Don't get me wrong I could tell you all about my insomnia or my back letting me know I'm no longer a spring chicken by going out on me, but those things aren't really interesting.
Yeah, I didn't think so either.
Basically I'm in a funk. A working too much. Sleeping too little. What in the fuck am I doing with my life. FUNK. Which means that all of my ideas for posting revolve around the following:
1. Dramatically quitting my job. And telling some Escalade-driving cunt that I would rather live in a cardboard box than make her another Nonfat Latte.
2. Dramatically quitting my job. And telling my boss that I would rather give an unwashed Newt Gingrich an enthusiastic rimjob than listen to her talk about how much she hates her husband and children.
Don't get me wrong, my funk was not born out of a dissatisfaction with my job. This funk was born from monotony.
I feel like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day. Same shit. Different day.
So, dear reader, help me out. How do you break out of a rut?
In the spirit of full disclosure, a box of wine did nothing.