meh, sitting at work drinking a crappy decaf (I can’t do caffeine makes me feel craaaazy) and feeling like I’m in groundhog day. This is why you really need to be an artist, if you can make a living at that, you’ve got it made. The repetition of office life is soul crushing. Sure it could be worse I suppose; at least I have a semi creative job; but it’s still sitting in a cubicle in front of a computer all day long you know, I can’t even see outside from here? I really am an ant, a deep, dark underground worker. And then, by the time I get home, I feel so mentally drained and tired I don’t want to do anything.

Must shake it off. I feel I was destined for more than this. But I suppose destiny actually requires a little work and what not.