The week gone by, I miss it so.

Why is it that I dread weekends?  I used to enjoy them, but now I just miss being busy at work.  Possibly because as time wears on, I'm bored with people in general more and more every day.  I used to have plenty of friends and free time, but now I have little of either.  It may be sad to some that I miss the drudgery of work, but at least I feel useful and successful when I'm there.  Out in the open, not so much.

In other news, I'm really beginning to enjoy the music of Flyleaf.  Man, I am waaaayyy overdue for a trip to a shrink.