nothing.

"Doing nothing is the most tiresome job in the world because you cannot quit and rest.”

I do nothing. Correction: I do the equivalent of nothing. All day. And it exhausts me--because I can't rest from it. Every call, every interaction, seems to be one that reminds me that I'm wasting time.

But I tend to follow that thought with a quick shot of "Who the hell do you think you are?"

I mean, are we all destined for something great? We can't all be, can we? The simple logic of it says that in order to have greatness, to know what it is, something ordinary, plain and average is necessary.

A great life is only great if you have something to tip the scales with.

Right?

Gah. I need more half-naked marshmallow candy to lighten this place up...