Oh I wish...I wish...

What exactly is the point of life? You wake up in the morning, brush your teeth, put your hair the way you want, get dressed and eat breakfast. Then you get in your car and drive to work. While there you go through the hours looking at the clock and wishing the day to end so you can go home, run errands, watch TV, do what you normally do in your daily routine and then go to sleep only to do the same thing over again the next day and the next day, just yearning for the weekend to come where responsibility flies out the window and you can savor the two days of nothingness. And those two days fly by quicker than the week days go. Work is not even one ounce of fun or enjoyment. It is a means to an end; to pay those bills that are burning holes in the mailbox during the month and at the end of the month. So basically you are working a horrible job (not what you went to college for) to pay for a house that you rarely are in and a car that is parked outside of your office building more hours than you are driving it.

So...seriously, what is the point?

eh, I'm not having a very good day :/
Lindsay