My Own Little Rut

I am unusually tired this afternoon, even for me. People ask me all the time, "Why are you so tired?" And, you know, I really can't come up with a reasonable answer. My job entails typing eight hours a day. Granted, looking at a computer screen all day does wear out my eyes, but come one, it's not exactly grueling work. I sleep at least seven hours a night (mostly out of consideration for my co-workers; they would not want to deal with me on any less sleep). My after-work routine consists of moving from one sitting position to another. Damn, I sound like a sloth.

Anyhow, by late afternoon, I am beat. I'm ready to get into bed, pop in Sex and the City, and call it a night. My sister says I sound like I'm 50. I think more around 60...

Is this what people call a rut? It sure sounds like it. Oh well. If everything goes according to plan, there are huge changes coming. Then I'll be crying for the boring days again...

J