Monday, December 22, 2008

oatmeal mondays

Sometimes I feel beige – hopelessly dull and plain. This moments strike at the oddest times and usually last for a flickering second. But this time it’s lasted for a month. I don’t feel compelled or inspired to do anything but bloat myself with mindless tasks that drain the minutes and eat the day. Waking, driving, working, driving, sleeping – I want to rebel from the tediousness of it all but I can’t even work up the strength to do that. Slap in some time for tea and Pop-tarts and that’s every weekday.

Every Monday, just like today, I’m just wishing for the weekend.