An alright kind of day. I'm glad that tomorrow is Saturday. Saturday morning tends to be my favorite time of week. But it seems kind of pathetic that on my favorite time of the week, I would be cleaning my place. And being by myself.

I have been asking myself a lot lately, "where is my life going?" Why do I stick with the things I do that seem dead end for me? My life is about work, the place I live at, the exercises that I do, and the church. All dead end.

The people at my job seem moody lately. Some of the people that seemed cheerful are now serious and sobering. Also a lot of the people are quitting. At where I live, the people I meet are weird. And at my church, people don't seem to get near me much. I have only one friend and he goes to the same church. He's the reason why I go there, but it's not much of a good reason to.