weekend . . . boring

it’s really boring. i was interrupted by dr. R twice, last night and this afternoon. he just told me, “your life is boring as much as mine is.” okay, my life can be boring, because i am all alone. but he lives with his wife! what makes his life so boring? if marriage isn’t that great, why should i get married? is that because being together is a little better than being alone?

when i was twenties, i looked forward to weekends coming all the time, but now in my thirties i am just looking forward to weekends passing by as fast as possible. terrible but funny. isn’t that life?

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