Another afternoon in my house, in the kitchen, at the same table, in the same wooden chair.
Trying to do work, but falling short of successfully doing much of anything. Somehow I came here. To say? Apparantly not much of anything. A lot of nothingness.
Tonight I have class. I am supposed to have a decent amount of work done for it. Ah, but everything else seems so much more interesting.
To be truthful, everything feels very boring…even the diversions from my work are boring.
Wish I were laying on the grass at the farm, listening to the birds singing and the lambs laughing while i stared up at the clouds. Add some lemonade and nothing really sounds much better.
Instead, I am in my tiny kitchen, on my hard wooden chair, with fluorescent lighting above my head and clouds looming outdoors.
i hate working too