Such a Monday

Today is such a Monday. It's drug on for hours, and though I'm waiting anxiously, 5 o'clock has not come around yet.

I've become increasingly bored with my occupational duties - maybe I just work too fast; or at least thats what my co-workers tell me right after I fruitlessly ask for more work. And since when is that a bad thing, anyway?

The often empty hours between 9 and 5:30 leave me ample time to think about all the things I'm not currently doing with my life. I'm not traveling; I'm not writing the novel I promised myself I'd have started by now; I'm not even getting outside as much as I'd like.

To sum it up, here is the email I sent to my significant other at 11:30 this morning:

"Kill me. Smite me, strike me down… if I didn’t have margaritas after work to look forward to I’d steal your golf clubs and go look for a lightning storm."

Love ~H