Once upon a time I used to have interests in life.

Things that I did, that I followed, that I pursued.

Somewhere along the way I seem to have lost all energy to even care. Like I lost my own footsteps to follow.

Model building, aviation, flying, the Kennedy assassination.

Photography (I used to have a full color darkroom and do my own processing/printing, framing.)

All I do now is work. And sleep.

The closest I come to a great joy is to be in bed, under the covers and asleep. Hell, it's sad when the only thing you want in bed is sleep. :(

At the end of the day, all I am is drained - drained of energy and life.

Do I even have a life left?

I need to get my life back.

I want my life back.