My Life?

Last night I put down the book and turned off the light at 10:22 and went to sleep. I was afraid that that would actually make me sleep unrestfully, but I did and was wide awake when I had to get up for my 7:30 meeting.

This is what I am choosing to write about. When did I become so boring? I mean, here are other options I could write about: how plucking my eyebrows has been unsatisfying lately because I can’t get the little hairs; that my trip to Las Vegas keeps getting pushed back further and further that I wonder if it will even happen; that tonight I am going grocery shopping.

I go to work (which has been rather uneventful lately), I go to the gym, I go home. I am all for routine, but I don’t ever stray from this, ever. I don’t know how to break these habits. I don’t know where to make friends who may be suffering from the same.

I like my life, but I’d also like to live a little more.