Going to work sucks, but not going would suck even more.

Like right now, rotting at home. I kinda forgot how it felt like to spend an entire day at home doing nothing at all. This is my first rotting day since I-don't-know-when.

I have to entertain myself. Then I can stop thinking about things that I shouldn't be thinking about, even though I still do think about these things almost every second of the day and even at night. Stop it.

On a sidenote, work is becoming less monotonous. It's slowly becoming part of my daily routine. This morning I woke up at 645 again. That's scary. I hope I don't do it tomorrow.

Next week will be an exciting week; I'm just dying for it to come. Right.