Floating through the ether

When I was younger, I had myself convinced that adulthood would be strange and interesting. It turns out that it's a bit boring and routine, with occassional showers of weird.

This week has gone along much as they all do -- edit, listen to music, do the hour commute, eat, watch TV, talk to the wife. One day has really been no different than the day before, or the day after. I used to think that the routine would be comforting, that knowing where I had to be when would make everything easier.

It is easier. But it's also boring.

I have a bachelor party to go to this weekend, though. If I know me, it won't just be a shower of weird. It'll be a downpour.