I don't really have any opinions about anything today. I think my brain has been mesmerized into into repeating the same thoughts over and over again by my hands rhythmically stuffing and sealing envelopes.

The same (ever repeating) thoughts?

• I want to go to NYC.
• I really really want to go to NYC.
• I want to live in a big city.
• I really really want to live in a big city (NYC, London, SF, etc.)
• I can't believe I am more than halfway done with a master's degree and my job is to stuff envelopes.
  

And that's about it.