It isn't working. It hasn't been since the beginning of this week. We don't know what to do about it. Though I'm mostly done with the two pages I'm supposed to be working on, they can't be checked in. I've resigned myself to waiting and helplessness.

Thank you for trying to help. I appreciate it. I'm sorry to hear you didn't get a chance to make desserts today. But they are only desserts, after all, aren't they? There will be other opportunities.

I'm sitting here typing to you because I don't feel like going back to work. It's 5:27pm - shortly after five. Do I ever work an eight hour day? Hardly. It's just not interesting enough anymore to keep my attention. It is a chore I have to get through. I don't know why we employees of the world have to put up with doing such unneeded work after all. It's all so frivolous.

After the food has been grown, the homes been built, why do I have to waste so much of my time on such tangential occupations? Why am I still searching for meaning in it all? Should I be more resigned to this fate? No, not if I am to be the person I feel myself to be. Settling for the status quo is not something I've been taught.

Where do we go from here? I've tried, by golly, I've tried. Won't you try with me?