some days i just want to give up

life is too much work sometimes. here is a dorothy parker poem called "coda" that mirrors my sentiments:

There's little in taking or giving,
There's little in water or wine;
This living, this living, this living
Was never a project of mine.
Oh, hard is the struggle, and sparse is
The gain of the one at the top,
For art is a form of catharsis,
And love is a permanent flop,
And work is the province of cattle,
And rest's for a clam in a shell,
So I'm thinking of throwing the battle ---
Would you kindly direct me to hell?



don't worry, i'm not suicidal.
...and back to work.