Look, maybe I am actually a little sleepy. in The Napkin.

Apathy and boredom. Sometimes I go to bed early not because of something exciting in the morning, but because I’ve run out of ways to pass the time.

Still feel like I’m living past the end credits. The curtain has fallen, everyone has left the theater, and gone on with their lives. And I’m still here, existing. Easily forgotten.

Never been self-motivated.

The only feeling outside apathy is the stagnation will only perturbed by something outside, and it probably won’t be pleasant. Like staying just a razor’s edge above deep depression every day. This past decade has wrought so much anxiety, and it’s almost perturbing to be free of it. There’s a concept. Then again, most flock to fill themselves with anxiety, worry, stress.

Sorry, Office Space. I’m far more into enjoying the void of nothingness to be into the stress of two chicks at the same time.

The again, I’m out of milk and gosh of course I am craving it now. I am lactose dependent. We need to move away from this culture of lactose intolerance and move towards lactose acceptance. Mmmmmm, moo moo.