I've been writing this post in my head for a few days now. For a few years, really. Depends on how you look at it, I guess.
I can't think of a single thing I'm looking forward to. Not tomorrow, not next week, not next month. There is nothing on the horizon at all. And what is the horizon, exactly? It's the imaginary place where the sky and the land meet somewhere off in the distance. But it stays way out there and it never gets any closer. At any rate, there's nothing in front of me and nothing waiting out there.
"Today was just a day fading into another, and that can't be what a life is for."
Tomorrow I'll go to work and it will either be a good day or a bad day. Then I'll go back on Friday and again on Saturday. And on Sunday I'll have a day off, much like the one I'm wrapping up now. I'll watch some movies and browse the internet. Then I'll go back to work on Monday, etc.