Yep

I am a border collie.

I keep on running the same track and wearing the same grooves deeper and deeper.

It's a ceaseless, endless loop and I irrevocably come back to the same spot and bypass it again.

And again.

And again.

Like the guy that I had a crush on in Grade 9's dog that wore a track around his trampoline, trying to herd the teens that were jumping on it, I guess.

It's throwing good money after bad.

It's futile.

I hate nights like tonight.

On so many levels.