waiting for the right kind of pilot

It's so predictable it's ridiculous.

My days off are always the same, at least in the winter. I sleep in, have a lazy brunch, then read or hang out online for a while, and life is wonderful.

In the afternoon I go out. Doesn't matter if I drift around town, go for a drive or just walk around the block, makes no difference what the weather is like - when I come home I'm mentally exhausted and severely depressed. When evening comes, I'm usually back on track again.

Too much time with my own thoughts apparently does this to me. At least I have a good reason to go back to work the next day.

What a sad little life.