Tomorrow is another Monday. How long will I keep on dreading Monday? My theory is that even if are weekends are three days and the week officially starts on a Tuesday, my bet is that the populace will at first relish the thought of a three day weekend --- however, once the novelty has worn off, Tuesday will become the new Monday. And the workplace, we ungrateful bastards will once more start keening and wailing at the impending beginning of the work week.

Ungrateful because we kinda forget that we're just lucky that we have jobs. I know it's just downright preachy but I don't care. When people ask me why i am still at the world's local bank after almost five years, this is my standard response --- hey, it's a job.

Went to a family gathering earlier --- started off bored but ended the night amused. My mother's aunts side is comprised of people who has made something about their lives. Majority of my family ( and I say "my" because of technicalities only) are right by the deep end of the crazy pool. Sometimes I think it's just a matter of time until I slit my wrists. That or I kill one of them.

This out of sorts feeling has been lingering for a long time now. Thoughts floating through my head right now involve phrases like " Familiarity breeds contempt" "No, you're not a bitch, just a needy little person who lacks experience with the world" "drip and dry, drip and dry". Restlessness has pervaded this room and it needs to be stifled.

Whats the point of liking someone when I can't be a viable part of their world?