it has been lingering around the ninety degree mark for a few weeks now and the usual excitement that comes with the buzz of summer adventures and scandals and possibilities has yet to get any reaction out of me. work has officially hit its plateau and these days work actually feels like work, with a gone/ x alienating almost half of the shift/ s switching to mornings / c moving to culinary staff / and etc etc. nights are a lot more silent and sober. i sleep at home again. my phone alerts are less active. i enjoyed a long streak of dependence on the presence of others but lately im finding myself falling into the comfort of solitude again and i have not yet decided whether or not that is a good or bad thing this time around. maybe these types of affairs are meant to be temporary and are passing to make room for new characters and turn of events. maybe not. why am i so bored?