The wrong side of the tracks.

I spent this morning driving around the ghetto looking for the insurance-approved autobody shop. In the forty-five minutes I spent searching I saw no less than two drug deals and was offered drugs exactly one time. (So, this is the other side of drug use...) Pair this with legions of addicted/mentally ill homeless people and one freaked out sheltered suburban girl who would like to save the world but doubts that she can and you have an existential crisis waiting to blow. How the fuck do you save the world when you can't even cross the tracks? I felt so useless...and overwhelmed. What can I do? What can any of us do when the problem is so large, so looming? I feel the same way about the government and it's actions...what can I do to influence anything? It's this hopelessness that's caused me to totally withdraw from politics...and I went from feeling useless to being useless. I vote, but that's about it. I won't even engage in political conversations at work. I care, I just feel totally helpless. *sighs*

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Mmmm, a Protein Plus Powerbar and a Diet Pepsi...the breakfast of champions.

I've got to go work today. Bleck. And tonight is Cute Art Store Boy's friend's party. I'm not sure if I'm going to go--I might just throw this one to O. Dinner at home and movie gets sexier and sexier every single weekend.

Dr. S broke his elbow. My desire to lavish him with sympathy is overwhelming my desire to leave him the hell alone.

MUST clean my apartment this weekend. MUST. MUST. MUST.