flummoxed and distraught

Sitting in my home office, trying to learn a new application architecture, I'm reminded of simpler time. A time devoid of afternoon exhaustion and early morning alarms. I remember the flowers that used to grow next to my house when I was 5, the gravel back alley that I walked to school and back on each day of my elementary life.

I remember the days when procrastination was something that your mom would tell you you were doing rather than hearing your own inner voice pass condemnation.

This is a creative outlet, I say. This is building my mind to explore the next web technology. Let me be here in my office/guest room/storage room/diaper change station. Let me sit and do nothing and feel good. I want to feel good about my days work. I want to impress those who pay me. I want to . . . damn, is this site public?

<cfinclude template="workharder.cfm">
<cfquery name="getWork" datasource="workingHard">
SELECT hardWorkers
FROM tblWorkingHard
WHERE firstName = "McKormick"
</cfquery>
<cfchart; name="continue. . .

i'm working now. I've always been.