Groundhog Day

Saw the movie Groundhog Day with Bill Murray. This is my life. Wake up, go to work, have lunch, come home, go to bed, rinse+repeat. 7 days a week. See the same people you know, see the same sample of the population you don't, read the same newspaper with slightly different current events and a slightly reconfigured Japanese number puzzle, have the same conversations that slowly paint a picture of someone's life, make a joke here, a cute observation there all to add to a bank account so you can buy shit you don't need.

All the days blend into one another and are indistunguishible from one to the next. At the end of everyday, I count down to 5 o'clock like it's New Year's Eve, and for a few seconds there's happyness in knowing the next few hours will be different from the preceding 8. But instead of celebration, a funeral dirge plays in my mind, a happy one as far as funeral dirges go.

It doesn't really bother me, but I sense that my subconscious is planning something because it is bothering it. Actually nothing really bothers me and nothing really matters. I live in a world of indifference. Anyway, if I don't do something, like Bill Murray, then "someone else" will and what began as Groundhog Day will instead end up as the commonly themed Fight Club.