gibberish in broad daylight

there has to be an exit from this drudgery.

i don't believe i'm doomed. i'm just bored and senseless and the day didn't dawn right. and the dogs were noisy. and i left something in the house. it's not even a bad hairday. it's a bad day. and we all have that. but i have it now.

and i stare at this nervous computer, trying to be of value to some geeks, trying to write some things that i'm not interested in, trying to convince myself that i care about "ways to tend your garden" and "how to maximize the use of those online coupons." i try to see some sense in this and feign some science of tolerance.

once in a while, like right now, we tend to be philosophical about things... why are we doing these works? what's the purpose? where's the reason? is this what the heart desires? and we end up with equally-enigmatic reflections. the answers are not around the bend, actually it's not even in the next bend. but it must be somewhere. or why the budding of that question? (or is this another fallacy)

the science of tolerance.
and the art of optimism.
in an otherwise dreary day.
some of the greatest minds should have elaborated more about these. i can't find my predicament in the periodic table of elements, so why the chart? i can't see my future in newton's laws, so why the thick books? i can't answer my purpose with the tangents, co-tangents, sines, and co-sines, so why the unforgiving math teacher?

in the face of insurmountable trivialities (which im sure i've heard somewhere), may i still be able to have that "passion for life" (which i've heard in discovery channel, referring to filipino dancers).

may i not be drowned by all the meaningless coupons and gardening tips.

may i find pleasure in eating the kfc meal i just ordered.
(that's the spirit, my friend).