Stream V. October 4/10

Crap. I’m late. Gotta get going. It’s Monday again and it’s rush/rush, work/work. It makes no sense. Why is that old Animals’ tune playing in my head. You know, “We’ve gotta get out of this place, if it’s the last thing we ever do.” Is that the way it goes? Is my subconcious telling me something. Hell, I’ve really got no time to dwell on it. Gotta get moving. Monday morning blues. Monday morning woes. The cycle begins anew. I’m beginning to think it’s meaningless.