Banality

Life has become utterly routine and unbearably banal. I awoke surprisingly early, 6am. But instead of taking the initiative to do something productive with my day I decide to go back to sleep. There isn’t much to do around here but clean. Rarely has there been a time when my urges pushed towards cleaning. And besides, I heard bed bugs hate messy looking beds. Now why would I want to invite bed bugs? Anywho. My routine pretty much goes as follows: Wake up, get attacked by dog because she’s so excited that I’m finally awake. Walk dog. Throw trash. Go home. Eat brunch. Watch tv and eat whatever it is I find for the rest of the day. Ugh. Its so freakin boring. Shiett man. 

 I have driven away my usual texters due  to:

a.) my obsession with the unspeakable

b.) their obsession with me  thus causing me to go off on them

c.) my utter ignorance of their predictable texts

d.) my boring responses to their “how was your day?” texts

e.) All of the above

Sigh. I even thought about reading a good book. However, though I want to.. I’ve become incredibly lazy. I find my body feels heavier and heavier as every minute..correction..as every second passes. Yeah. Its that bad. I feel so dull and useless. I should be doing something to enhance err.. regain my intellectual way of life. I should be able to go out and have fun. But I do neither. I feel sad. So sad. I hate it. GAAAAAHHHH. Even my dog looks bored of me. This SUCKS. >:[