Bleh

It's just another one of those days.  I just really don't want to write.  I've ranted and raved and cried and good god I'm so fucking sick of this shit.  Sorry, I'm going to stop swearing now.  I only really put that sentence there because I needed to fill the space.  So here I am, filling up the space because, once again, I really don't want to write.

I don't really know what else to say.  I'm not sure why I maintain this silly limit for myself, but it's something about consistency or some such.  I've written about it before, I think.  I don't know if I've ever mentioned directly what the minimum is or why I picked it.  Hell, I don't actually know why I picked it at all.  I just follow it though, because most of the time it seems to work.

I'm avoiding work I'm supposed to be doing right now.  I don't really care.  It's not like it even matters at this point.  What I'm really tired of right now is not having options.  Because this place has made me feel like I had options to a point...and now that I've had time to actually think about it, I realize that there's absolutely nothing I can do that is simply my own.  I'm tired of following this path.  Maybe I'll be able to find a new one.  Maybe not.  It's worth a try, regardless.