My quality of life is in seemingly eminent danger. I said seemingly. I'll have a more concrete view of my outlook tomorrow. I drove home from work today at a slow pace, not really caring to advance numerous car lengths ahead of my current position by using a different lane as would occur on a normal day. I wondered if perhaps that is the reason traffic generally goes at a such slow pace -- if every driver on the road wallows in their own self pity after coming home from another pointless day at work. I bought myself a lottery ticket from 7-11 before arriving home. I was hoping that if all else fails, I could fall and land safely back on the notion that everything will work itself out.

I need to find something to occupy my time. I can't keep mentally sedating myself until tomorrow.