For some reason, on days that I have nothing I have to do, I start feeling this general sort of depression. I’m knee deep in things I want to do, and many of them I actually do, but when I don’t have to do them, I get that sort of depressed feeling. The next day I have off I’m going to have my mom tell me that she’s going to kick me out of the house if I don’t take a nap in the morning and watch Return of the Jedi in the afternoon.
At work, I’m bored. At home, I’m depressed. Not “I’m About To Slit My Wrists” depressed, just feeling sort of bummed. In that way, I prefer work, even though I don’t learn or get to be overly creative or such.
Dunno, which I like more. Work or home, then. We’ll see at the new place. Dad is going to be here with some sort of Hawaiian pizza in a few minutes, which is a strange coincidence, since Rob called me “Hawaiian Steve-o” today.