I was itching to go shopping today at Target and perhaps Old Navy, but I got called in to work and all my plans changed. I like to shop by myself because if I take friends along I can't try on what I really want to and if I take Aaron along he's bored and sarcastic and becomes annoying quite quickly. The bright side to this, however, is that I earned about $33 dollars today, enough for a pair of jeans at least. That's a small comfort for when I next have time to shop. I go to work, I see my love, I eat, I sleep, and I do it all over again. I wonder: is this all to life? Is that it? Just to make the money you need to stay alive and then sit around for the rest of your waking hours and wait for it to start again? It can't be, but I can't help but feeling that there isn't anything else. Maybe I'm not feeling motivated to do anything at the moment, or maybe I'm in one of my little pessimistic stages. I know that there's more to life than routine, I just don't feel like that now. *sigh*