Same Old

Things are starting to fall into their usual routine now. I’m not really sure if that’s a good thing or not. Routine is predictable, but boring. The days kind of melt into each other and I find myself having trouble writing about stuff that happened in my journal. I wonder if there’s even just a small desire in everyone to have some unexpected things happen in their life.

“We love our bread, we love each other, but most of all, we love our butter.” —Mike