I talk to my friend Mikey via Skype every few weeks.  We always start the conversation the same way, “HI!  What have you been doing?!”  Despite the fact that I talk to him more then some of my in-town friends something about the distance, he’s in Kazakhstan, means he gets away with that question.  I always answer the question the same way, “Same old, work, study, drink, sleep.  Repeat.”  Even when I remind myself that next time I will say something different it always comes out the same.  Work.  Study.  Drink.  Sleep.  I suppose that I could add in I also eat a large quantity of wings and develop crushes on many inappropriate boys, but that’s just the spice of life.  You take that out and I’m still happy with what’s left.  There’s nothing about that rut that makes me worry.  I could sleep more and drink less, but that wouldn’t be any fun.  I could study more, and work less, but then I couldn’t afford any fun.  I seem to have reached some sort of rut-sweet-spot where until I’ve heard it fly out of my own mouth repeatedly I don’t realize I’m in it.

I like it.   A++ Would recommend.