i’m adrift in a sea of blankness. pure and utter nothing. i get up, i dawdle, i get ready and make my way to work. i plod through the day and debate when enough slacking has taken place so i can trudge home. the evenings are nothing remarkable, and usually i’m too tired to deal with them if they were.
every day is exactly the same. it weighs on me. 2008 so far…not much different from 2007, though i know it’s not fair to try any comparison at this point.
i’ve reinstated another cog in the machinery of my week, however; now that my frequent trips (either business- or family-related) have been taken care of, i am now going back to the gym. the first trips are always a bit awkward, though. everything is familiar, but i feel out of place. it’s been so long since i’ve had anything remotely resembling a workout that it’s not only monotony weighing down on me these days.
pun definitely intended.
