This has been a fucking mediocre week. Shitty even. This week has been like an endless desert of boredom between weekends. Works been hell. There is *nothing* to do, no projects to work on, nothing really that exciting to think about -- much less stress over. Not that I enjoy stress, per say... it's just more interesting than being bored.

*shrug*

Oh well. So be it. Its Friday. Weekend fun.

I heard/read somewhere once that "very few people have the talent for immortality" I think it was said in reference to vampires, but somehow it fits with my week. I think if *every* week was like this one, I'd go crazy.

Anyway.

...Monday was bike riding... and passing out early.

Tuesday, I was supposed to cook dinner with/for a friend... flaked.

Wednesday... the class that was supposed to be cool wasn't. I ended up doing *work* during my class. Not sure if either was more fun.

... after the weekend it seemed so ... dull.

The weekend was sun, fun, leather, naked people, good cooking, great music, good friends...

Time to stop wallowing in fucking self pity. Ever notice that the more you wallow, the more comfortable it is to be unhappy? At least pain is real. Isn't that how the quote goes? You only feel when you bleed. Fuck that. It takes so much more to be happy, to look for things to amuse and interest you, to get the hell outside.

... I'm out.

Have a good weekend people.

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