Blah! Blah! Blah!

Restlessness.

Discontent.

I'm often restless. Like there's a need to be some place else doing some other thing thinking that would make me happier. I'd start to hate what I'm doing but unlike other people who are quick to resign and look for other jobs, I complain instead and grit my teeth until I finally can't take it anymore. I have, after all, bills to pay and shopping urges to satisfy. That keeps me motivated for awhile.

Argh! I'm bored.

Maybe it's the weather.