Not a pity post, just me being all emo.

Why is it that when I'm at work, I want nothing more than to come home and relax, but when I'm at home, I want nothing more than to have something to do? I can't stand to waste endless hours online like I was once able to in college -- even when there wasn't anyone around to talk to and I had far fewer sites that I frequented -- and I can't think of a single thing that would make me happy, or at least pass the time. My room is clean. My clothes are clean. I've grown bored of reading, writing and playing games. There aren't any costumes or props to work on, and I stopped watching TV months ago. It's too late to call someone, but I hate talking on the phone anyway. There are several people online I suppose I could talk to, but I don't have anything to say to them, and I'm sure none of them have anything to say to me. We probably would have done so by now, if that were the case. I am well and truly boring, with nothing to bring any sort of meaning to my life, and I'm certain that my existance has little effect, if any, on anything.

I suppose it's because I can't sit down at work. I don't even mind the dress code anymore.