Michelangelo sibyl from the Sistine Chapel

 

so eric said

I'll be the first to admit that the entry for yesterday was slightly overwrought, but at the time it seemed appropriate. Once again I feel as though I have fallen into a routine that I don't know how to escape. Ah, here I go with the self pity.

Nothing is really wrong with me. On the job front everything is fine, but I should also add that I seem to be running on auto pilot most of the time. There was some talk this week of sending me to school later this year which was encouraging, but for now I just do what I can while I am there.

I can't think of anything new to say about my house nor have I made any more progress on my travel plans, so both of those sources of chatter have run dry. It's almost as if I have run out of things to say and I have to wonder how that could be possible. I mean I am basically just talking to myself here. I just don't know what I want to do next with my life and quite simply nothing has struck me as being interesting lately.

I suppose that that last line might sound arrogant, but I didn't mean it that way.

From what I can tell each day I repeat the same cycle and I have to wonder why. I keep thinking what am I missing. Is it love? Is it sex? Is it fun? Is it money?

Rinse. Repeat.

 
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