Sunday Night

There's something so sad about Sunday nights. Actually I should say that it is not sadness but rather dread in the pit of my stomach. The problem with Sunday is that Monday follows far too close behind. I'm trying to focus on my upcoming trip to Thailand, but globetrotting bliss seems so very far away. Three weeks may as well be eternity as far as I'm concerned. My work is like being drug behind a Ferrari on a sandpaper road with many large jagged rocks for months on end. The whole experience is painful, but seems to be moving at a fast pace. However, 10 months is long, no matter how quickly it passes. So to pass the time I obsess over my future travel destinations (Egypt, Australia and one TBA), play mindless video games and follow a strict diet that includes beer at the top of my pyramid.

Oh and things weren't really looking that far up as I stated in my previous post. They started looking like poop the day after I wrote it. My horrible clueless boss dropped in into my room the following morning. No sense in rehashing that expirience though.