just saw the movie of the above title tonight and it’s all too although seemingly not comparable to my own life, i can’t help but see parallels. granted that i have the ‘passion’ for my ‘work’, there comes a price that is being paid with compound interests for every day i am engrossed in IT. it would be simpler to be in a state of misfortune for truth seems less dim when you’re a place of darkness. alas, i count my blessings and curse them at the same time. how many times will i play this record? don’t know but hitting rock bottom would help in changing the record. and ther liesin, my ill fated attempts to find reprise in the montony of sustained focus (obession would require better drugs). there is no reprise from The weakness. certainly it’s entertaining to think about what one would do if we only had one year to live but too often our intelligence requires less of us. tick tock. tick tock. given how often i experience i briefness of daily minuatia, i should be more inclined to curse the supposed golden parachute of self destiny. have i forgotten the smell of love and the pain of family? 85% chance of showers tomorrow and 99.5% of chance of status quo.