That core self is there but it suffers. My God. I'm 45. I'm trying.
Aesop?--a donkey, a boy and a man:
http://ancienthistory.about.com/library/bl/bl_aesop_man_boy_donkey.htm
They said: "She sits at the computer." I took all of the big, long maps out of the tubes and they are on the floor. I took the labels off and now I'm rearranging. I'm not 20 anymore. I used to always justify my existence with my work ethic.
The hatred normally hits at some points during the afternoon, and I get sick.
I've thought about going on disability. I pretty much see it coming. June 2014.
I'ts getting bad.