Playing A New Game

Since I've got nothing else to do while I'm at work this morning attempting to stay awake and interested, why don't we play a new game called "What's Going On In Dan's Head"? Shall we?

Let's start with a problem that I only recently started thinking about and that pretty much relates to our current locale. I have been sober for a grand total of three days and that fact annoys me to no end. When this was mentioned in gest in a conversation, a do-gooder involved in teh conversation got all deep on us and asked me "So, really... why do you drink?" And I had no answer for him. Truth is, the thrill of boozing should be long past at this point in my life. But the truth is that I go out, and get drunk because I know that when I do, I'll enjoy myself for a couple of hours, because after that I'm going to go home, crawl into my bed along, get up in the morning, and come back to this place and I honestly don't have it in me anymore. So I find the help where I can. Now let's go ahead and clear that up. I work for Clear Channel Toledo in a position that is at best menial labor that requires a pulse and an ear. I drive 20 minutes to this decrepid building in a car that is pretty much being held together by threads to collect a $7.00 an hour paycheck. Now, I got my diploma in the mail today which is the official sign that I've graduated from college. So, if we put this equation together, we see that I've spent five years of my life studying for a damn minimum wage job that is just barely allowing me to live on my own. In fact, the job has become so elementary to me, so devoid of any challenge whatsoever, that I spend most of my time while I'm on the board surfing the web and working on a wrestling archive website that I've been building to pass the time. In fact, I've started to intentionally cut things short so that I have something to do. For example, I know that I can make it out of the studio, down the hall, take a leak, and get back during a three minute break. I plan to try a two minute tomorrow morning. I'm to the point with this soul-sucking job that I'm almost hopin gthat my car gives out, a wheel pops off the axel, sending me into a barricade that will lead to an adventure to truly discover the type of trauma care that Wood County Hospital can provide. I swear to God, some nights on my way home I drive over the Maumee and think about pulling off to the side of the bridge and see what a flight off the edge would be like. You know, it's probably a very good thing that I'm not involved with anyone because I truthfully wouldn't want to subject anyone to the shit that goes on up here. That is unless you're masochistic enough to read this blog...