Drove to Harris Teeter tonight, even though slightly buzzed and kind of spacey; couldn't stop humming "Such Great Heights" by The Postal Service.
Sometimes I feel like all I ever write about anymore is how much I hate my job, or how much I love my son. Trust me, both of these feelings are heartfelt, but I can't go on like this. Something needs to happen. I need to join a club, or go on a trip, or learn a new hobby, or something, or anything.
My life is dull.
I aim to change that.
In other news, there is a Jet Li movie playing in the other room; it would be a shame to waste it.
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