Routine

It's funny how life is filled with so many regimented actions. Wake up, wash your face, brush your teeth, get dressed, go to work, blah blah blah. Today, I just got a sense of deja vu I guess because I realized all the little actions I do when traveling to work. Stop by Starbucks in Emeryville to get my fix, pass by the Marina on my way to the 80 and see all the pervos crawling out of bushes or banked against the water, park in the office lot, say hi to the folks in the office, place my coat on my chair and log on to the comp. As you can see, no exciting feats here. Routine can be comfortable but a boring at times. Maybe I'll be radical and run around the office screaming, but a.) our office is so empty, it probably won't matter; and b.) it's a public health office, they'll probably call mental health to commit me. Either way, I'll at least get to let off some steam.