It’s another Monday, and all I see is a carbon copy day of last week. Wake up early in the cold, get ready for work, drive to work at an average pace of 20 mph, be bored as fuck at work, then leave and deal with an even slower drive home. I sit here now, while writing this, preparing for the same routine tomorrow. But I should be happy. I should be happy I have a job. That pays well. It’s just the lack of other stuff that makes me unhappy. Two hours of my life everyday is wasted just on the commute to work. Because of that, it takes time away from my available time. Of course, I’d probably find a way to waste away that time. Technically, I have about 3 hours of free time each day. An hour is already wasted on hygiene and appeasing the hunger, so I have about 2 hours. By the time I can commit to anything of those two hours, minus all the various distractions, I have maybe an hour to do what I want. So what do I do with that extra hour? I’m wasting it on television and writing this blog rant. So why am I wasting my time? Because I’m dead fucking tired from work. But I should be happy. By payday, I will once again be reminded of why I deal with all this. It’s too bad that pay day’s in another three weeks. Bah. But, I guess I should be happy. Life could be worse. At least I can buy stuff I never use to make myself feel good about myself. Well that’s my rant. I’m slightly happier now. Until I wake up tomorrow morning. At least Fridays are worth looking forward to. /shrug + /dream of grinding the cash