READ WITH CAUTION, THIS POST WITH THE INCOHERENT EMO RAMBLINGS OF MOLLY AS PLAYED BY DEBBIE DOWNER.

alright, so I'm sitting here on my couch. I work in an hour and a half and I don't think I care. I need to call Human resources and request new FMLA paperwork I just don't want to do anything, including showering, watching TV, reading, eating and nothing. I can hear my stomache growling, and it's not even a bother. I wonder if I have brain worms.

Really, there's nothing wrong. I have just realized that the rut I'm in has been the destination, not part of the journey. I'm destined to be a slave to my menial job and my paycheck forever and I will never be free to figure out what I want to do, let alone do what I want. I don't know what I'm so whiney about. It's the fate of millions of Americans. Finally, I'm a joiner.

I really want to just continue this whining, but it's annoying even me. That, and I'm wholely unmotivated to do anything, and I guess that even means purging. blegh