Dog Overload...

Last night, I'm out of Ambien. So I go to bed and stare at the ceiling for an hour or so. Finally, M tells me to turn the TV on til I get sleepy. I seldom get to hold the remote control and flip the channels like I want to. So I take my opportunities when I can. I came across a new reality show. Like there aren't enough of them. Well, I just watched this because I was tired of staring at the ceiling and I had control of the remote. It was on A&E...Dog, The Bounty Hunter. They played like four or five episodes back to back and there was just something that prevented me from turning the channel. I don't know what it was...insomnia or true interest. But I watched them...episode after the other. And liked it. I thought it was cool. I wonder if this show got me excited because it's set in Hawaii...and it's about someone doing something that he's passionate about, someone changing lives, and someone keeping his family first and involved in his life. I wonder if it could be because I'm sick to death of shuffling papers all day long and sitting in an old, ugly office at an desk that's older than me. I wonder if it was because going to work just minutes away from a beach and chasing down bad guys just sounds so dern exciting. I'm definitely not passionate about what I do. As jobs go, my job isn't a bad one. I'm just not stimulated or excited or passionate about being here. Blah.

Note to self: Pick up Ambien at the pharmacy on the way home tonight.