Nothing cool ever happens

About a month ago I went to the bank and requested a new debit card because mine is made out of styrofoam and it breaks or wears out at least every six months. I know I swipe a lot, but if it isn’t made to endure the expiration date then I think that they should give me free ones. Anyways, I was told that my current card would continue to work until I activated my new card. I did not know that there was a time limit set to do so and so my new shiny card is still unactivated and thought I’d just use my old card until it broke in half. But today when I tried to use the ATM machine, I got a loud beep and a receipt that said ‘card has been retained, please contact your financial institution’. I didn’t even think it could possibly be because I had ordered a new card … because I had just used the card an hour earlier at Radio Shack to purchase a new set of fancy headphones for my mp3 player. So I came home and called the bank, fearing that the FBI had taken over my checking account (hehe). But I was just told that my card was no longer active. So I asked ‘well should I go to the bank that took my card and get it back?’ I would have tried to do so when it initially happened, but the bank was closed. They said ‘no, they’ll just destroy it anyways … it is no good.’ I wish people would tell me important details like this and I would have activated my new card and not felt like a big retard. Oh well.

I have another problem. I’ve fallen in love with sleeping in my bed, which shouldn’t be a bad thing, but it is really affecting my ability to get up and go to work. When I wake up in the morning I feel so sad about having to wake up. I have this idea in my head that I’ll go to work and come home at the end of the day and get right back in bed. Thinking about getting back into my bed later is actually my only incentive to get out of bed in the morning. Some mornings I decide I’m going to go to work and do all the shit I need to do really fast and play sick so I can come running back home and hop into my bed. This never happens, and by the time I actually do get home from work, going back to bed isn’t as appealing as it was when I woke up. Sure my bed is great, but I don’t want to go to bed at 5:30 p.m. unless I’m sick or sleep deprived.

Another problem I have been having is that I keep dreaming about work right before I wake up. One morning I even had a dream that work was cancelled and I thought it was real. Mornings are really confusing and most of the time I have to actually get up and sit on my couch for about five minutes before I can determine if my dreams were real or not. I think it is mostly because I tend to dream about work every morning. Then I wake up in this state of panic and think that I really was supposed to be at work at 6:30 a.m. to hang up streamers and carve pumpkins. I have very lucid dreams sometimes and I seriously don’t think that one day in my life has gone by that I haven’t remembered my dreams. If you are a long time reader you may have noticed that I haven’t posted any weird end of the world nightmares lately. Lucky for me, I haven’t had a nightmare like that in quite some time. I think it was the anxiety and sleeping problems that made me dream like that. Now that I have minimal anxiety and no life, there is nothing left to dream about except work. It’s sad.

I guess I’m done torturing whoever is reading this. Don’t worry, if something cool ever happens, my blog will inform you. I can’t say it is likely but I’m not going to be a complete pessimist … I’d say that there is at least a 1% chance that something good will happen someday before I die.

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