Had to partake in some more comfort food today.
Today’s pick was: the local mongolian grill.
Yes, my need for comfort is apparently insatiable these days.
Work is just overwhelming at times. Upper management continues to just pile it on and simply spouts out the ubiquitous phrase “do more with less!” gah. Yeah, I’m thankful I still have a job but come on, there’s only so much I can give. ugh. my head hurts. could be from the stress. or from all the MSG in the food. who knows.
the minivan’s battery suddenly died on me. it’s interesting that with all of the cars I’ve owned (an acura, two hondas and a lexus), there’s never a tell-tale sign of when a battery will give out on you. the low-battery light on the dash never lights up to warn you that the battery needs to be changed out. never. I always end up finding out when I stick the key in the ignition and it fails to turn over. Well, I guess a good guideline is the age of the battery. For the most part I’ve noticed that the battery lifespan is around four to five years. So, I’m going to be pre-emptive and just change them out at the four year mark. It’ll be better than being stranded out in the middle of nowhere with no one around to give you a jump.
I’ve been feeling like a zombie these days – just walking around doing my day to day routine in a dull, monochrome haze.
I’m not sure how it all started… probably a gradual process over the years but I can tell the “spark of youth” has been totally sucked dry out of my being.
The days seem to go by with me not feeling a thing. Like I’m fully numb to the world around me. My brain is in continual “sleep mode”.
The passion is gone. no fire, no drive.
I’m in “autopilot” the moment I wake up ’til I drop into bed at night. what is it going to take to break me out of this comatose state???
why have I become such a passionless drone. perhaps it’s simply a defense mechanism to cope with all the disappoints in my life. How I’ve let myself down time and time again. my finances, my money-pit of a house, my so-called career, my social status, my friends, my hair loss (damn genetics) … all just one disappointment and another…
yeah, maybe living in this zombie-like haze is a good thing…
Happy 2011!
here’s to a clean start, fresh ideas and renewed vigor!
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I just had a heated argument with my mom over the phone first thing in the morning. wonderful. we’re just your average, typical dysfunctional family, I guess. God. why am I such a fuck up? and why do I have such stubborn, egotistical parents? why, oh why? I’m 40 years old and I still can’t figure out how to have a decent conversation with my parents. lovely.
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