spa

It's Monday morning, and I'm going back to work. I'm really tired of working. I'm worn out from it. I'm worn out from doing everything in my office.

I was looking at these pictures of Paris Hilton in Hawaii, and ... geez, I just really want to go there. I want to get away from all this.

I'm going back to the spa this Saturday, and I don't even know if I can do it. I don't even know if I can spend one day working on people. But then again, I think, I'm not going to really be doing that much massage. I'm going to be mostly writing.

Is it true that I am happy working a lot? If so, will I be wanting to do a lot of massage?

I just feel kind of emotionally spent from working. From everything. I don't know how to describe it. I'm sort of bloody bored with it all. I just want to go away somewhere. I want to just rest, and not work.

Maybe I should just quit, and never go back. That is the real problem. I am completely bored with what I am doing. It just bores the shit out of me, to have to go to that place and work. In fact, I think I might call in sick. In fact, that is a really wonderful idea. I think I am going to call in sick and take the day off. And work on my book. And do nothing. Maybe try to go get my Iphone.

Of course, I don't really want an Iphone anymore, or at least ... It all seems so petty and materialistic.