I wake up, I go to work, I sit in a box all day, I say things like “Oh crap it’s Monday.” and “Happy Hump Day!” “Whew! can’t wait till Friday!” and “TGIF!”
Friday comes and I don’t give a shit about anything for a couple of days, then I go sit in my box for another week.
I save all year to take a week or two off work and maybe go somewhere, maybe I can’t afford it, so I stay home.
But I always go back in the box.
I want out. I have great life, I live in a great place, but something’s always been wrong, and I think this is it.