Excessive

It seemed like work today was an intense, anger filled, horrible experience, and looking back, I feel like I could add a few adjectives and it would then be accurate. I went in to work knowing that this entire weekend was going to be bullshit, and awhile perhaps it was a self-fulfilling prophecy, it was true none the less. From start to finish, the day was filled with problems, frustrations and annoyances, and it left me very eager to get out of that place.

I think I've waited too long to start writing, I was distracted and time seems to go by so fast when I only have a few hours at home. I had things going through my brain, rushing through my god damn mind so fast that I couldn't keep any kind of structure to them. I see things fly by, I put together sentences in my head but don't seem to hold on to them for longer than ten seconds. It's a frustrating thing in all honesty, as in the three hours I've been at home, I've had an entire entry fly through my head and yet I sit here unable to recall any of it.

Today has been one of my lazyiest days yet, although I did still do some housework, I haven't been able to force myself to do anything personally productive, like work on some projects, or organize something and so on. Ah well, that's what this time off is for right?

Like Steve has said, if you've already written how you feel once, why just repeat yourself. What I wrote almost a year ago, still rings true to how I feel today, almost exactly in every way. I wish I could get into a routine, and forget my troubles and just live a boring, uneventful life. Doesn't seem possible... but I can dream.