One of the vending machines at work screwed me today. I mean, it's not that big of a deal I suppose, since you fill out a form and they give you money back the next day, but wow did I get angry for a brief moment.

That leads me to believe two things. The first is that I'm wound up pretty tight at work lately. I'm not sure why... well, yes I am. I just don't want to rehash the same boring shit again. The second is that God is clearly telling me I don't need the soda.

I feel like work is causing this horrible monotony that's making me crazy. Pile on a layer of deja vu as well. It's like I see things happening around me that I've seen before, and that's not good. It's really strange. The great irony is that I like some level of comfortable routine. Maybe it's just not this routine.