Uninspired

I'm turning 30 in two months and I don't think I've ever been this lost in my life.

I'm not worried about getting laid off. I'm not at a dead-end job. But I just don't like it, anymore. The economy's crap and no matter how good an opportunity looks, it's probably a bad idea to switch.

I'm making a comfortable living, but I'm not living. I spend my weekends catching up on sleep and Prison Break, recovering from one form of illness or another, and googling activities that might have the slightest chance of putting some meaning or at least passion in my life. I'm thinking dance lessons or volunteer work or something. With my weeknights I try to figure out how to fit some combination of these activities in my schedule and where to find the energy to follow through with them.

I'm in desperate need of a long vacation. But I've been told that this time of the year is off limits when it comes to taking leave from work.

The only things I'm looking forward to now is my year-end double pay, the opening of New York Fries in TST, and Will Ferrell's Cowbell skit in tonight's episode of "Best of SNL" coming up in 15 minutes. But with retailers all over town folding faster than you have time to pay last visits, New York Fries may be a long shot.