Some folks define themselves by the work they do. Some define themselves with their money, celebrity status, whatever.
I’m usually most troubled by people who define their lives based on the work they do, but that’s just me. I can’t seem to do that — Its only a job to me.
At the end of the day, who am I? Does that mean I’m a lost soul with no purpose? Maybe — but then does it even matter?
Philosophical this morning. I must be hungry!
Talking about hungry, I love my omelette dude — one man army of the eggvolution. He sells these omelettes with all sortsa veggies and meats for $2.66. Best. Value. Ever. Now only if biotech stocks were this easy!
Wait, does this define me as soldier #2 for the eggvolution? I need to eat. Forget this.