Sometimes the bed seems so far away and I just want to kind of roll out of this chair and sleep in the floor, but I’m afraid my wife would see me and think I died.
Damn… nothing about me is normal, is it?
Words to live by.
me on my way to fuck shit up
Dave Eggers, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
Imagine if the series had ended right after this moment.
Or went in a completely different direction.
Still can’t bring myself to throw one of these things away. #YouNeverKnow
I just noticed this and realized that I will never again be able to not notice this. #ocd
It’s late. I should be asleep right now… I’ve got work in the morning. Instead, I’m sitting here with a Chromebook and a cup of chai, listening to it rain outside. This is probably the most relaxed I’ve been in… well, a long time.
Every once in a while, I wish I had some painkillers or something because I don’t want to fall asleep, I want to be enveloped by it. I want to sink into sleep as though it were a cushioned vat of vanilla-scented gel that would just absorb me completely.
What the fuck is in this tea?
This is how I’m going to get through my afternoon.
Sometimes I lie here in bed at night, trying to go to sleep, but also trying to work out why exactly I’m so depressed all the time. I have no reason to be. My life is good. Compared to a huge number of people, my life is actually fucking amazing. So what is it that’s wrong with me? This is normally when I’d delete this post and put the tablet in the floor, resolute in my newfound desire to go to sleep. Tonight, I’m posting it. Maybe tomorrow I’ll read it and either be able to answer myself or tell myself to quit being such a bitch.