Weee!!!, the best day of the week is finally here!, yeah, I love Mondays so much that I could jump from a 20 story building just for the fun of it!!, wee!!!

Anyway, today I woke up at five o’clock to start my exercise routine, I used to go at evenings, but I was so tired at that time of the day, plus I am studying for master’s degree two days a week that I had to find another time to exercise. When I tell people that I wake up at 5:00am in the morning they are like “woah!, how can you do that?!, I couldn’t do that!, my sleep time is sacred!”…, yeah!, that’s why you’re fat and your health sucks!. But don’t misunderstand me, I am not an Adonis, I am like 25 pounds overweigh, but, I barely get sick and I could run for hours if I wanted, but I have to put a limit to what I do because I have a job, and the traffic is horrible, so I just exercise for an hour, five days a week, unless its raining.

What’s the point of that story? None whatsoever. Just wasting my time because I hate this job. I really desire to resign, but I have bills to pay, plus my brother is counting with me to help him pay the mortgage. Being in a dead end job sucks, there is no motivation to go on, just idle time with crappy things to do, things that even a brain dead unborn child could do. The worst part is that this is depressing, every time I get here I get depressed, I feel useless, I feel that I am wasting my time, my youth, in a fucking job that has no future to me. Have I chosen the right career?, the more I think about it, the more I regret my studies. I need to be creative, I need to think things, to create things, how creative can you be being a System Administrator?, sure I solve problems, but fuck…, is the same thing over and over and over again…

I need change. I get bored easily, too easily I dare to say. When I was young and lived with my parents, I used to change the furniture at least once a month, but not just my room’s furniture, it was the whole house, and I didn’t understood at that time why I did that, but now I do, it was the urge to be doing something meaningful to my mother mixed with the urge to see some change.

I have been here two years, well, actually, two years and four days, and I think that is enough. Sadly, I don’t have a place to go, yet…