Please Stop Dreaming
Oy! I wish I could go to bed! But I can't. I have things to think about, companies to call that only answer late at night, and I have to wind down from fricking stupid work! WORK! Of all things. If I had to wind down from skiing all day, or almost hitting an iceberg while sailing, anything other than stupid stupid capitalism. Why must I think about red napkins at midnight when I have to get up to deal with those same red napkins at 5.30am? I'm envious of physical labor.
Am I doing something wrong here? What am I "supposed" to be doing?
Ugh! Goodnight for f's sake!