I could be sleeping.
I could be daydreaming.
I could be reading a thrashy novel.
Or watching TV.
But no, I am sitting here and my butt is flatten.
My back is getting tired.
I need another cup of coffee.
But I have work to finish.
Sometimes, I wonder....if it is worth doing so much. For whom am I doing these? I still cannot find the answer. For my own satisfaction? I suppose so.