I don't think I have ever been quite so restless in my life as I've been these last few weeks. Seems like most of the time I'm am antsy two year old waiting for something to do. Trash TV isn't filling the void like it used to and now that we have a new season of shows to choice from I feel like I should boycott them all or I'll end up a slave to the TV. It's time for a change and since that doesn't appear to be happening at work any time soon it has to be something else. I changed my hair, that hasn't helped much. The effects have all worn off.



Could it be? Have I climbed Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs and now I am ready for self-actualization? Nah.