I feel strange in here.
Sitting in the dark, staring at this great white box.


It just started raining, and it sounds wonderful, banging my door down.

Le Sigh

I always talk about how my ideal life would be to win the lottery and quit my job; not have to work, not have to do anything I don't want to.

Then I get short breaks from work like these last two days and I can't figure out what the hell to do with myself. I sit around for hours asking myself, "what do you want to do today?" And by the end of the day I just end up falling asleep in front of the TV, mentally kicking myself for wasting an entire day.