i really like saturdays now that my work schedule has changed. saturdays i now work by myself so i can pretty much come in whenever i want, get everything done that needs to be, then head home. it’s pretty slow these days as well. so i’ve been playing basketball sometimes. it’s a pretty sweet set up in the warehouse, Huffy Sports Titanium , and it’s fun to pick something up again i haven’t played in awhile. my shot sucks, but it gives me a chance to retrain myself to do it right.

theraputic.

always looking for something to distract. movies, books, video games, music, anything. everything i do is somehow theraputic, something to distract you from the crushing boredom that is everyday, caught in this wierd cycle of work and reward that speeds up entrophy in a very strange manner.

it’s odd to think about sometimes, amusing mostly, but it’s always there, nagging you occasionally, like: “Why are you doing this?” and you can ask why so many times that it just keeps going down to deep running elements and eventually you hit the bottom where asking why isn’t a question anymore, but a statement. there’s so much around though, so much to worry about that the big picture is always out there, but not so important.

would you even want to know the why though? it would take all the mystery out of life, and that would be no fun.