I just got off the phone with a bank (in repects to my job), and had to listen to what was the worst jingle I ever had to hear...Picture this: a high-pitched sinckenly sweet and simpery female voice, perkily singing "We're being in touch with you--keeping in touch with you, staying in touch with you, we're always in touch with you..." (excuse me while I go vomit.) BLEH!!!
I mean, get out the old sword and commit hari-kari! 
Well, thanks to some new DVD's, the extra funds and the spring weather, my life isn't quite as uneventful as it was. To quote Jean-Paul Sarte,
this is how the last 4 or 5 months have been for me:
"My days have been so like each other, that I sometimes wondered whether I was not condemed to experience the eternal occurance of the same one. They had not changed much; they still slpped away (from me) with a shudder..."
Yup, that's been my own personal hell, in the past year. But, maybe (very teensy maybe?) there's hope for me...I don't like the word "hope" anymore. I think it's a lie we tell ourselves, to convince ourselves to keep going, but still...what the heck. See you Thursday.
