Things lately have been… average. Sometimes I feel like I’m coasting through life these days, doing the absolute minimum to remain functioning: sleep, eat breakfast, go to work, come home, eat dinner, sleep… and then the cycle starts all over again day in and day out. I’ve even tacked up a calendar at my desk, marking off each day as it passes so I can see when the end of the month is approaching. I’m not sure why. Maybe I think if I see the end of the month getting near, I’ll do something momentous to mark the occasion… like taking a different route home. Ooh, life on the edge. I know.

Something has to change I guess.