So far this week, I've been feeling extremely restless. I haven't been able to focus on
anything at work. I move from project to project to project, just doing a little
at a time. (Oh...and checking my Gmail about a zillion times a day. It's a
sickness.) It's all the same stupid shit and I'm just not in the mood.

I want to get the hell out of here but I have nowhere to go and no money even if
I did. I think most of what I'm feeling is just I-don't-want-to-be-at-work-ness.
Yesterday before lunch, I asked someone if it was Friday yet. Their reply?
"It's only Monday, Brian!"

And your point?

Today I daydreamed of getting in my car and just driving straight to the beach
in California. I'd sit on the sand and watch the ocean. It would be vast and I'd
feel calm. And small. I'd breathe in the salty air and feel the wind and sun on
my face. I'd watch the people around me as they do the things they are doing.

I booked a trip to New York today, but it's not until September and it's only
for the weekend. Doesn't seem long enough.

Gotta save those pennies if I want to go somewhere. Somewhere. (There's a
place for us. I can hear it in my head as I type it.) Anywhere but here.

But I'd still have to come back and go to work. That sucks.

Maybe I should take a day trip. I've only been to Tucson once. It seemed nice.
Laid back. A little funky. Or I could go to Sedona. I was sick and grumpy the
only time I went so I don't remember anything but the teal
arches. I've always wanted to go see Prescott. (That reminds me. I was going
to call D's
ex. He's from there.)

I need to go somewhere soon. Not this weekend. Got stuff to do. But soon.

End of today's babbling.

PS - I added a link to my Blogger profile on the About page.