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...
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