When you are excited for the world to end, you know it has to be bad. Yesterday, two earthquakes unsettled the Bay Area. Harold Camping feeds the fear by predicting that tonight at 10pm, the world was going to end. It did not. Yet, at least.

It's a bit sad that I do not mind for our world to end (read: turned upside down). We all need it. I need it because I would happily oblige not to go to work next week. I have begun to stop caring. I go to graduate school, and I did not even submit an assignment when it was due. Because I did not care very much for it. I have begun to rebel against the old me.

As I wait for the world to end, in reality or in theory, I'm closing a door behind me, and turning on a switch. I would like to start doing and committing only to things I truly love, and slowly but surely move on from the things that I toil through everyday.

Tired American

I am always just tired. Doing my masters now in Urban Planning, while working full time (which usually means more than 40 hours per week). Life is good, but it is exhausting (at least right now).