This is your brain

My brain is fried. I didn't get enough sleep last night (my fault) and now I can't concentrate and everything is bugging me. I'm looking at a bunch of numbers trying to figure out why totals on some sales reports don't match and I don't give a shit about it. This is way, way too dry. My enthusiasm for this job is a low point just now. I like this city, but I'm not sure spending eight hours a day in this pen cubicle is worth it. Things are going absolutely nowhere with Ivana and I have no prospects. So all I have here is the scenery, a nice apartment I have no time to enjoy, and an uncomforable chair in a cubicle. Maybe if I had someone to come home to give me a reason to suffer this bovine existence...

Oringinal post: http://mbarrick.livejournal.com/27063.html