No Title Tonight

It seems as if a weekend should leave you refreshed, rather than exhausted. But I'm wiped out tonight, though it's a good exhaustion, the exhaustion of having seen lots of friends for happy reasons (specifically, my friend's engagement party).

Do you sometimes wonder if your efforts are really worth it? Whether they are actually rewarded? Or whether, because of the fact that you hope for some reward, your efforts are necessarily discarded - you know, the whole "Man plans, God laughs" thing?