Far too often, I wonder why I work in a company where the idiots are running the asylum.
Far too often, a series of small things combines to make me question the larger things.
Far too often, I set aside my wants because other people are entirely disrespectful of the fact that I might have any, or that they might have an impact on me.
Far too often, I let my computer's battery power run down to almost nothing before I grab my charger. Like I'm doing right now.