I woke up this morning.
Unfortunate, that.

I’ve since gone to work, and I’m taking a moment at work to write this. I tend to do amost of my blog writing from work, anymore. I don’t think about it at home…and I just take the time while here to do the deep introspective thought that I do. Of course, I spent a good deal of the weekend doing the same thing. I severely blame the Dark Moon…but even the Moon only has so much control. It’s all in here - it’s all thoughts that I have and feelings I feel - it’s just the time of the Dark Moon that brings them to the surface, I suppose.

All in all, I just feel the weight of mistake heavy on my shoulders.
I recall the same feeling when I worked at McDonald’s for that day…and the week or so when I worked for Gloria at the golf course. It’s this feeling that I’ve made a poor choice where nothing is quite how I want it. I am….discontent.

It may well be the system…I feel heavily encumbered by it…entrenched in it. I wake up, I go to work, I go home. Day in, day out. And, adding to that, the fact that the work that I do isn’t really enjoyable.

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I feel as though I’ve complained about this before…many many times before in many different places and ways. I’m sure if I were to look into past entries, I will find these very sentiments expressed before…
Maybe that’s why I stopped blogging - I really don’t have anything new to say. Everything’s rehash of everything I’ve ever said before. Nothing’s new or different…it’s all the same.

I’ve noticed this in everything, lately. Television, movies, video games…life. Everything’s just the same…I can’t find anything new. I’ve seen and experienced so much…real experience…virtual experience….vicarious experience. I am bombarded by redundancy.

I’m just bored with everything. Bored with life.

Again, I’m sure I’ve said this before…or some variation of it.

“What do you do for fun?” … There is no “fun”…only misdirection from boredom.
Happiness is merely an illusory distraction from sadness.

I woke up this morning.
Unfortunate, that.