Monday, June 23, 2008

Backblog: May 31st, 2008. Sick of it.

I'm sick of my job. So much so that I'm not sure I'm going to go back to it Monday.

I'm sick of my boss, and having to room with him while out of town because he never shuts up about work. I have nightmares about work constantly. It's like I never leave my job even when I'm not there.

I'm sick of travel. I got two chips in my (less than a year old) windshield and my first speeding ticket ever this last week. I need new tires, and an inspection. How am I ever going to pay for all of this?

I'm sick of not knowing what I want out of life, and tired of exploring directions that ultimately fail (art, technology, etc.).

I'm sick of fast food, and not being able to afford the real deal.

I'm sick of being alone. I haven't even seen my cat in over two weeks.

I need to get my shit together, I guess, and just go back to pretending to fit in and forget about ever being happy. Life sucks unless one deludes one's self.

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