who am i?

i'm going to see les miserables again in feb, and i was listening to "who am i" and it got me thinking, who the hell am i? lately i feel like nothing more than employee 562935 (not quite 24601, but that is my employee number). anyway i feel like i'm just going though the paces lately ... being shipped all over north america, getting thrown into things, etc. i still can't friggin breathe and i'm so limited in what i can eat that i eat nuts most of the time, but that's making me gain weight. last week in dallas i ate tuna and black beans for every meal sun-thur. wtf is that?
i feel like my life's going nowhere ... sleep, work, eat, sleep, work, eat, sleep, fly to toronto, eat, work, work, work, work, fly back from toronto, work, sleep.

i was mildly excited to start a project in january, a 6 month project. it would have been difficult, and probably put in tucson for a month, but it would have been worthwhile and something specific to do. it got cancelled ... the customer's going to do it themselves.

maybe 06 will be better than 04-05. i'm keeping my fingers crossed ...