Today was pretty much a nothing day. No work, no cleaning, no real activity of any kind. We went to the store. That's about it. The rest was just...well...rest. So why don't I feel rested? Bleh.I don't go into work tomorrow until 1:30, so I get to sleep in again. I plan to take full advantage, too.
I know what my problem is, but it's pretty whiny and untreatable. I just don't want to work. Period. I'm like that guy in Office Space, except at the end where he finds true happiness working outdoors. I wouldn't find happiness there either. I won't be happy until I retire, which is a Catch 22, since with my work ethic I'll never have enough to retire on.
The only job I can think of that would make me happy is to do something in the porn industry. And, no, not as one of the stars. I'm just not that talented. I'm talking about writing them or directing them...hell, holding the boom mike for all I care. Whatever. It just seems like there's a lot of money to be made in that field, and the work doesn't even have to be high quality. My absolute dream job would be to write porno scripts. They certainly don't have to be good, because the stars can't actual ACT anyway. So even if you were writing award winning scripts, they'd just fuck up all the lines. I accepted long ago that I have absolutely no qualms with being a hack.
Wooderson
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