It really doesn't help, that I get home from work at 1:30, or thereabouts. Then I feel hungry, and that I really need to do something or watch something, as a precautionary measure against lying in bed with shelf stocking running through my mind like the tetris effect, and then feeling like that's pretty much all I'd done that day.
But don't get me wrong, the job suits me, and I had my first payday today. Maybe I'll buy something.
Maybe I'll buy an old penny farthing that travels through time.
Maybe I could buy a fjord.
Maybe I could buy another year of life.
Maybe I'll just go out somewhere with a friend. Somewhere.
Guten nacht, friendo.
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