July 5, 2000 — Completely and utterly unenthused

This is the first day I've felt completely and utterly unenthused about the prospect of writing a journal for the day. I just want to go to sleep. But I can't. I don't know why. So here we are.

I just got home. It's almost 10:00PM. I've been awake since 5:14AM and this is the first chance I've had to do anything not work related; I'm not impressed. I would've been home at my normal time around 5:30PM or so, but I missed the bus because the meeting I was in tipped the scales at two-and-a-half hours. I laughed at all the wrong times and stared out the windows a lot; I don't know why I keep getting invited to these things.

I actually didn't get much work done. I had two meetings and my arms hurt like fuck, so I could barely type, and basically the day was a bit of a waste. I got in touch with more people in charge of the computers and found out that they'll be broken for awhile now, so I have to organize my summer around that. I hate having responsibilities.

I'm still reading Generation X; reading it makes me want to vandalize cars and exercise more (the former because it is the hobby of one of the characters, and the latter because there is much talk of it being too late to discover ones body once you finally decide to start working out as a senior citizen in pastel-coloured jumpsuits). Listening to the new Sunny Day Real Estate at the same time as reading it is oddly appropriate, especially when the line "It's strange how we're wasting our lives..." pops into the lyrics.

I'm running out of energy as far as this journal entry is concerned. I think I'm just going to go to do as little as possible for an hour or so, and then go to sleep. I just keep wasting your time...