Someone shoot me.

Well, not really.

I'm just tired. Work is not at all what I want to be doing with my life. I'm afraid that I won't get into grad school and then I won't be able to justify my situation by saying "oh, well, it's only until I go to grad school next year."

And of course, today is one of those days that I feel stupid. I don't know what I am doing and I'm not cut out for technical stuff. I don't like it. I don't care about it. If I don't care then I don't really exert myself. I still get everything done that they ask of me. I just know that this is not where I want to be. This is not something that I want to be doing. I need to go. I need to get out. I'm tired of my cubicle. I'm tired of two years after being in a position.... still, not really knowing all that much. It's just frustrating and that much harder to motivate in the morning.

Except for on Fridays. On Fridays, I can wear jeans and there's warm bagels in the morning.