i mean, it's not all bad, it's ok, but i am so bored and this day is dragging in a way that i didn't even know that days dragged.

for instance, this is my last break of the day, and it truly took longer to get here than it takes water to collect, freeze and turn into a glacier in the arctic tundra, which is a long time.

i reflected a lot today during this glacial period of work and i realize that most likely, the reason why i have been drinking so much since moving into the apt is boredom. because i am bored, people.

and anything that can be done alone in an apt in iowa can most likely be more enjoyable if drinking. smoking? better if drinking. reading diaries? better if drinking. chatting online? better if drinking. watching adult swim cartoons that you've downloaded onto your computer because you'll be damned if you pay for cable for 45 min of viewing pleasure every month or so when you remember that you have cable and can watch adult swim? way better if drinking.

peanut butter and jelly sandwich? better if tipsy, but not necessarily advised to be had with your drink.

showering? better if drinking, if not scarier. oh hush! i would never get into that slip & slide of death while drinking. that's just crazy talk!

i have sober moments in my apt, absolutely, especially when money or conscience demand it.

but i'm serious, being bored is so much better if you're tipsy.

i like to use the after-school special method of measurement as to whether i am "out of control". so far, i have no problem remembering what i did the night before, i haven't crashed into a baby carriage and never will because i don't drive under the influence, i don't miss work or appointments to drink or because i was up drinking the night before and until the entry i did last night while getting all weepy over "america" by simon and garfunkel (and then deleted this morning in my first ever "morning after shame"), i haven't done anything i wish i hadn't of done while under the influence. i mean, i still do stupid things, but usually when sober.

i think that's reason to celebrate with a nice post-work coctail.

plus, i mean, i just really like the way that whiskey warms my belly. yum and mmm.

in other news, i realized why i am so happy lately. this fall, this "warm" fall as the people at work call it, is exactly like winter in california. and i loooooooooove winter in california.

the hot janitor, Quiet Non-Descript Boy, gave himself a home haircut and it's so good. it's straight up 80s travis bickle mohawk style.

he has very smart glasses.