Current mood:	listless
Current music:	"Dog Problems," The Format

inches and falling
The weather was absolutely gorgeous today, so of course I was stuck at work. Things were slow but bearable until just before I left, when my manager made one comment and my whole mood just took a nosedive. I don't understand why I care so much about a job I don't even like. Why I have this sense of responsibility to a place I'd just as soon never set foot in again, at least not on the clock.

My happiness is too fragile. I don't like that. It shouldn't be that easy to ruin my good moods.

My birthday is coming up. I'll be 23. Adam keeps asking me what I want, and I don't really know. There are so many things I want, miles of books and DVDs and camera lenses and filters and art supplies and kitchen gadgets. But I want them all in the abstract. When it comes time to actually pick one to take home, none of them seem that important anymore. Just so many pretty objects that I don't really need. Unfortunately most of the things I really want aren't able to be wrapped up in a bow and given as gifts.

I didn't actually start writing this with the intention of sounding so morose. I'm kind of annoying myself now.

The more I think about things, the more depressed I get. Not just me and my issues, but everything. The way the world is, the way people are. The way reality never lives up to my expectations, and how sad that is, because my expectations are pretty fucking low. The fact is that I want some pretty simple things from life, and for the most part those things have proven the most elusive.

This summer isn't shaping up quite how I imagined it would. No big surprise there, I guess.

On a lighter note, The Format's new album is excellent. It's pretty much all I've listened to for the last two days.