I'm not going insane

I'm just walking around my room, talking to myself...trying to get inspired about my boring life and figure out how to make myself more interesting to the world...and me. 

There is supposed to be a catastrophic storm coming through Tucson any minute now, but like other potentially interesting things in my Tucson life, it's not here and I doubt it's even going to come. 

Maybe I'll go ride my bicycle. My squeaking-even-though-I-greased-everything-last-weekend bicycle.

I can't even write. Anymore. Not one. more. word. 

That's totally a lie.

I'm so glad the weekend is two days away, so I can stare at my wall for 48 hours.

I'm done with today, with feeling useless, with being boring, etc, etc, and etc.