The Thrill Is Gone.

In the words of the great B.B. King, The Thrill Is Gone. The 24th of March marks three months in this position and it has all but become a dreadfully boring routine. Six in the evening is like Monday morning every day. The skies are gray when I awaken and black by the time I make it to work. I see little sun and with the exception of florescent lights in morgues and loading bays I see no light. It's become a nine-to-five, barely tolerable, very routine. Paperwork and coffee and gaining weight from sitting in my office. I have achieved the American Dream.