It's Thursday

It's Thursday, and I'm sick of work again. My co-worker made a totally racist comment to a co-worker, and I have to listen to them talk about it today. And then I come here, arrive late at the coffeehouse, and I don't feel like working. It just makes me not want to go to work, to see these jerks get away with anything, and my supervisor do nothing.

I saw this horrible movie, Eragon, last night. It was such a crappy version of the book. I don't know why they even bothered to make this film, they so hated the material apparently. And yesterday, I had to listen to my co-worker complain for an hour after work, because he hated being talked to that way.

I don't want to go back to working at the spa, I don't really want to work at all, but unfotunately ... it's like I can't continue at this horrible job anymore. I'm so tired of working my ass off, and getting nowhere. Of seeing other people with offices and promotions, and just getting .. nothing. Again, I think I need to work on the book, but ... it just gets so confusing sometimes. I feel like an idiot, racing around and going nowhere. Like now, I feel frustrated, and I don't want to write.

It gets depressing in a way, because there is nothing fun in the world. Like, where can I go and feel good about myself? Can I go to the bookstore, and sit and have fun? Nothing really amuses me anymore, I feel like an old man. I see young and attractive people running around, and ... I feel like I've just let my life slip by. I have no friends, and ... it just depresses me. I almost want to take a trip or something, but ... that would take money.