My body frustrates me... It needs sleep, care, relaxation, food, etc... There are so many things I want to do - stories to write, code to create - I feel like I never get as much done as I want to. I get into mental grooves when I'm pumping out code, or whatever, and then I run into a wall because my body fries before my brain. Mentally I want to still be working on the Perl, and then I want to switch to working on the Rolodex... I want to write the fics I never get around to working on... Hell I want to watch more films, listen to more music... Sleep is such a waste of time. Really.
Then there is death - another problem of the flesh. Being dead doesn't bug me - I'm *dead*. But it bothers me to think that no matter when I die, I'm sure there will be things I never got around to completing/doing, and that irritates the hell out of me.
Blah, I'm really fucking morose tonight.
(On the upside, I think Sumi Das may be the sexiest woman on TV - and she's super smart and a geek... *sigh*)