Ennui

I need a back rub real bad. I've been working ALL DAY EVERYDAY, you know, like a real grown up.

I'm like a real person now. I commute to work, I eat with real silverware (alone), take care of a pet, update excel sheets, spend exorbitant amounts of time in front of some type of electronic screen and therefore have entered the suburban despair of adults that is in stark contrast to my evident youth. Ugh.

I'm so bored, y'all.

It kind of dawned on me last night as I was sitting on the floor, folding clothes that I need to mend. The t.v. was blaring nonsense and I had done nothing with my afternoon/evening.

I am bored. Like, identity-crisis bored. Like....chop-al-my-hair-off or call-ex-boyfriends-I-haven't spoken-to-in-years-bored.

I love summer. Don't get me wrong. I just have been spending too much time alone.

I can't wait for Sanders to move innnnn.

Time's up. Going home.