That I just can’t do it any more.

I can’t concentrate for 8 hours. I can’t write constantly for 8 hours. This is insane. No wonder we’re the least productive country in terms of how much time we spend at work. If I could just leave after I was finished with my work and get paid the same amount of money, I would have an incentive to finish things.

But I have no incentive. My brain is mush…my best ideas were last thought hours upon hours ago. Basically, I’m just waiting for the day to be over.

This is why I can’t be a writer. I can’t write bullshit news crap all day. It kills me. There are never prices…there are never informative websites…and even after I write up all the easy stuff…there’s more…there’s a whole stack of shit that will NEVER FUCKING TURN INTO A NEWS ARTICLE either the company’s gone or bankrupt or the event is over, but they still float around and around around.

Shit from like 2004 and we’re supposed to still cover it. Are you kidding me?

Also, I’m sick as hell today. I need to go home. But I have to stay here, or I get no money. If I had to do this for the rest of my life, I’d kill myself.

Sure, I have money, but it’s not worth living like this. It’s two more days I have to work, but it feels like a fucking century. Please let it be over. Christ.