i feel like a newborn. all i do is sleep, eat, poop, and work. ok, that last part isn’t so much a newborn thing.
why does it always seem like my day consists of those four things? i dont dislike going to work though. it gives me something to do. i like getting out of the house. but when it feels like thats all i have time for, it depresses me.
i can’t wait for the day that people finally discover that working your whole life is a waste of time. you die anyway. bleh.