There has to be a cure for this kind of disease

I wish that there was an easy cure for this kind of depression, specifically.
I mean sure, things are bad at work and all, but that's definitely not everything.
I'm not sure what is unsettling me, but its definitely something.
*meh*
Its probably nothing.
I wonder if it'll resolve itself along with many other things in my life which have happened badly. People I don't even see anymore seem to hate me. This is most likely indicative that I've gone around in the last 6-12 months doing something that was patently not useful either to myself or the human race.
I wonder what it was that I did? When did I start doing it?
I wish I had the sort of motivation required to perform proper criminal acts. Not just like excessive speeding and other types of culpable dangerous driving and generally being a public nuisance. But stuff like pulling off bank robberies and getting away with it.
Maybe I need to blitz myself of drugs and alcohol more? Nah, I don't think that's a really good solution. Nothing good lies in that direction really. I can look at some of my ex'es to point that out. *ugh*
How come I know such lovely people yet have such awful ex-partners?
For that matter, how come I have so many ex-partners? *hrm* Or so few ex-partners, depending on which way you look at it.
I guess you're going to be my only outlet at work for the next few weeks, journal. Please expect some kind of a battering as I regale you with the saga of the latest job-searching frivolity. I wonder, if I went back to uni or did TAFE for a semester, if I could get away with being unemployed for 6 months?
*hrm* That smacks of danger, because most likely I'd never want to work again if I did that... :)
I had the most wonderful time at juggling tonight! I need to try and get a weekend job at a company like PipSqueak's, and see about weekend work doing the sort of stuff that [s] is doing. That would be an absolute dream, at least for awhile. Especially whilst doing IT at uni full time or something.
Food for thought I guess.
Anyway, sleepy-time. Goodnight Journal.

work: buoyant flotsam in an ocean of annoyance

There's going to come a point where being obstinate is going to do me in I'm quite sure.
Its interesting how seeing certain people can give you an entirely different spin on things. Just like the way JJJ is stuffing up to the point where they're changing music in the middle of songs, forcing me to resort to my meagre stash of music on my workstation.
Sod this, I say.
Lets go to lunch, even!

Well then, and now for something not really of interest...

If I were a James Bond villain, I would be Max Zorin. I enjoy horse racing, pretending to be sane, and setting off cataclysmic earthquakes. I am played by Christopher Walken in A View to a Kill. Who would you be? James Bond Villain Personality Test

making great big leaps & bounds for humanity at large

I swear if I have to hear that stupid endorphin song "Danger Zone" on the radio, I'll probably snap, and actually tune to a different station.
I think after some time I do manage to get sick of JJJ.
Now what I'd really like is for it to be Friday today instead of Tuesday, becasue that would mean that System6 would be that evening and that would be cool, providing some kind of release.
At least work isn't being held in the court of king Bastard anymore. No doubt there'll be something cruical like some fileshare or email wipeout will happen in the next couple of days, or maybe just the background image wallpaper on their desktops that won't change.
I know, I could be a really cruel bitch and subject everyone to unusual punishment in the form of a zillion javascript error popups and various other customised shite on applications. I almost actually got through everything that I'm supposed to be donig today. :)
Alternatively, I could mentally punish myself by running OS2.
Any comments defending OS2 will ONLY be read if written clearly, legibly and succinctly on banknotes. No other correspondence will be entered into. Priority will be given to larger denominations.