I Hate Holidays

I hate holidays.

Why?

They bore me, there is nothing good on TV, and I brood too much. I guess I function the best when busy and in a routine.

Speaking of functioning and routines, I'm having the damnedest time focusing and getting anything but the most mundane things accomplished. Nothing seems to be working, including the latest Call of Duty! But maybe I need to give it another go. I bought Team of Rivals today and, it seems, it's a book I can get lost in but we'll see.

As for other freaky developments, my very good friend who's off in grad school told me today this guy she's been seeing --- let's call him British guy --- but one whom she dumped, called her at 3 AM and left a voice mail saying something about "make it stop, make it stop." I guess he's on the verge of a break down, and seems to be suicidal, and despite her taking him to the shrink they didn't hold him. This I don't get. But at least my little daily anxiety isn't this! Man this dude is FUCKED UP!