My chi is totally fucked with.

Ralph persists, no signs of weakening in sight. Sand is everywhere. How it's possible for humans to live here instead of merely survive is beyond me. They can fight over this petty bit of sand all they want too.

At my age I'm beginning to see just how pointless, and utterly usless maturity is, and what the mature do not think in terms of "i'm mature". They just going "whatever kiddo" and leave you to your own devices cause they don't want any of that slather on them.

I'm thinking that in order to unfuck my chi I'm going to have to develope more of the not my problem young grasshopper attitude because the whole caring about the world bit just isn't cuttin the mustard.

Also, I've determained that with the amount of bullshit i deal with in a day and for as long a day as I work that some me time is in order. Hence fourth, I will spend one our just doing absofuckinlutely nothing. And why? Because for that hour i don't have to do anything.

Now I just need someone to add one more hour in a day so i can have that hour.