I really, really, really, do not want to be here anymore. "I can't take this much longer." He said at lunch.
I don't hate my job, I actually like it, but dealing with the same problems, faulty printers, jacked up computers, I guess I'm just tired. The usual BS, I'm just not where I want to be.
That confession got to me, it's fucked up. I think I'm semi-addicted to that site right now. It's like Office Space, no one's happy, no one loves their job. I know, all we get are moments, if we were happy all the time, how would we know we're happy, blah, blah, blah. It just gets old, ya know.
I'm probably just coming down from the three day weekend, I've got Local to look forward to, right? Cubs tickets go on sale Friday but I've got no money! Yay! I think the same shit happened last year, I should have done my taxes sooner, use that money for tickets. Whatever.
ARIES (MARCH 21-APRIL 19)
In the screenplay version of your life, today would be like the third-act conflict resolution. March your bad self straight back to the original source of your problem, and fix it once and for all.