Anyway, now I'm bored.
School is still fun, but not the challenge it used to be. And now I have these two kids who had swine flu and I had to go to work. Now that the thrill of working again is over, I'm dissatisfied again. Is there something wrong with me? Am I just never going to be satisfied? Am I stuck in some horrible transcendentalist phase of my life where I'll just stare at ponds and wonder about the meaning of life?
If that's the case, I might just start to hate myself. I'm really not much of a philosopher--I usually just start wondering why these people don't have jobs.
So, again, I don't know what I'm doing with my life. Maybe I could be an astronaut...