I'm fucking bored.

I was mostly bored this past evening. Individual interactions were ok, but overall, I was bored to fucking tears. I'm not really looking forward to doing it again tonight.

Things have been so boring that I've been exceedingly reluctant to write in this bloody journal all day.

I know it's getting bad inside this head of mine when I fantasize about having a car and all I still want to do is find someplace to hide.

It doesn't help that there's something distinctly wrong with my room. I don't know what it is, but it's wrong, somehow. Maybe it's the position of the bed and the "entertainment center" (re:
television cabinet) and the rediculously massive (and now, ruined) wooden desk that I have to house. Like some kind of twisted feng shui problem...

I don't even want to discuss the car and job situation.