A Case of the Mondays

I can't turn my mind off. It won't shut up. I feel icky. I keep thinking about what a train wreck my love life is, how it's been filled with one disappointment after the next. I'm not only constantly dealing with old wreckage but also new wreckage. The worst part is I still feel guilty about the recent events I caused to lead to said disappointments. But, it's better said disappointments happened sooner than later. I cannot reflect upon what once was or could've been or what could potentially be in the future. What's done is done and now I have to move on and not look back. I wish I could invent a flux capactitor and go back into the past and rectify some things and then transform into the future and make certain events materialize. Alas, I cannot. You just learn from your mistakes, don't make the same ones twice, and move on. This week I will put all the negative shit behind me and try to focus on more positive, less relationship orientated stuff. We'll see if that happens.

In the past couple of days, I have talked to 3 of my friends in California. This of course makes me miss them and CA. I feel as though they may need me. But, a trip out West is probably impossible for me right now, which is discouraging. A plane ticket will cost over $200, I'll have to rent a car, take time off work, etc, etc. I wish I was rich so affording travel would never be an issue. I wish a rich man would adopt me and expect nothing in return. But the allure of palm trees, the Pacific, Malibu, stalking celebs, and the Coffee Bean do sound like what I need right now. Or maybe I can swing a weekend in Palm Springs. I'm going to Ohio for Easter but that's nothing special. I need to get away.

Why the hell do people bring their dogs to work? Especially big, slobbery dogs? I feel this is counterproductive to work. I feel it's very rude considering not everyone in the office is a fucking dog person, not just myself. Keep the pouches at home and quit throwing balls around causing the dogs to crash into my work area! Work is not a playground. Doesn't anyone realize two big dogs chasing each other around an office is seriously wrong? Oh. My. God. I am irritated at two girls I work with, owners of the dogs. They both bug me beyond me the dog issues, though. These things are getting on my nerves today along with the fact I couldn't sleep last night.

Now for a random fact: according to the Red Eye, 43% of people have dated a co-worker and 34% have married a co-worker. Interesting. I will leave it at that.

I really wish I could go home. Right. Now.