#151 You Know What's Sad? Part 2

#150 You Know What's Sad?

I don't want to go to work. I want to laze around for just a day.

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Heck, I'll just go to work. Better than rot at home.

Now that's sad.

#149 Solitaire

Solitaire by Clay Aiken

There was a man, a lonely man
Who lost his love through his indifference
A heart that cared, that went unshared
Until it died in his silence

And Solitaire's the only game in town
And every road that takes him, takes him down
And by himself, it's easy to pretend
He'll never love again

And keeping to himself he plays the game
Without her love it always ends the same
While life goes on around him everywhere
He's playing Solitaire

Another day, a lonely day
So much to say that goes unspoken
And through the night, his sleepless nights
His eyes are closed, his heart is broken

And Solitaire's the only game in town
And every road that takes him, takes him down
And by himself it's easy to pretend
She's coming back again

And keeping to himself he plays the game
Without her love it always ends the same
While life goes on around him everywhere
He's playing Solitaire

A little hope, goes up in smoke
Just how it goes, goes without saying
Solitaire
And by himself it's easy to pretend
He'll never love again

And keeping to himself he plays the game
Without her love it always ends the same
While life goes on around him everywhere
He's playing Solitaire
Solitaire, solitaire




It's not the only game around, but what the heck's wrong with me?

Playing solitaire in spite of my drowsiness, in spite of being bored to tears already.

Maybe I just can't stand the pointless sleep, and never-ending struggle through the day.

Being overworked fine, but I wish the world was two-dimensional.

Because having a dysfunctional department isn't fine.

Add the third-world treatment crap (and not even from my colleagues but some outsiders!) in, simply because you are a temporary staff.

In spite of all that, I am hard-wired to do my job.


You know what's bliss to me?

It's living a two-dimensional existence.

Work's just work, play's just play; all clear-cut and cookie-cutter style.


You know what's life to the fullest to me?

It's a far off want. So far I can't even see it.

Just don't tell me how good that side of the grass is.

It ain't convincing. You look like a mannequin.


At least I can look forward to solitaire. And then some more.