When too much seem not to be enough I find my self trying to discover new ways to occupy the time that I don't have. I want to do more. I want to do less. I am walking confusion.
This weekend my bubble will burst and I will once again discover that I have a weekend job. I am getting used to having time to myself. Who knows maybe I will decide that this sucks, and that I am young, and that I deserve to have fun.
Then I will find that being young and having fun is expensive. I like to do certain things. I have certain tastes that I choose to have. They are not staples or anything, but pleasures that I like to enjoy. I think that we must not live for pleasure.