staring down the barrel of another empty day.
I know i should be grateful for having a pretty slow work-life. i know many people who have too much to do at their jobs, and who are at maximum stress level because of the overload. but i sort of feel on the other end of the spectrum, like all these 8-hour days spent browsing the blogosphere and searching “final winter sale” sites over and over again in search of shoes and pajama pants are slowly eating away at my brain and making me ever dumber and less interesting.
or maybe I’m just a whiner, I don’t know.