Short Lived?

As is typical with any journaling I do, this venture seems short-lived. It has hardly lived at all, in fact. But since I have now successfully started substituting, sanity seems a bit easier to come by. Key word: seems.

Satisfaction in my life teeters on a remarkably narrow precipice. I need to feel constructive; I need to feel anything but peripheral; I need to be surrounded by people I know and trust; I need conversation - even if it ends up being me doing nearly all the listening. These are not unique at all; perhaps they are universal, and I'm conceited enough to think that this combination, along with other needs make me individual. I don't know - that's too deep of philosophy for me. I'm just trying to figure myself out.

My friend Kate accused me of having a Reformed (Christian) work ethic. For some reason I was offended by this. I like to think that I benefit from free time, that working sucks--

How's this for no work ethic? I'm sick of writing already. Just as I was about to get to some kind of point.