New Years
In my apartment in Chicago by myself. FOREVER|ALONE.
Why does time move so fast, ugh. I just want to give up sometimes, keeping up with it is so tiring. There are times when I think I might be better off without a calendar; it would be the temporal equivalent of riding across an endless prairie without milestones or landmarks, essentially the same as staying still.
So much cleaning to do tomorrow...sometimes I wonder if I can just be a housekeeper; cleaning is so straightforward, a constant string of instant gratification [*scrubscrub* "OMG IT'S WHITE NAO"]. Like a computer game, even, but physical [so, healthier and more mentally distracting], and you get money. WHERE CAN I SIGN UP.
Anyway, back to housekeeping sans pay.
Why does time move so fast, ugh. I just want to give up sometimes, keeping up with it is so tiring. There are times when I think I might be better off without a calendar; it would be the temporal equivalent of riding across an endless prairie without milestones or landmarks, essentially the same as staying still.
So much cleaning to do tomorrow...sometimes I wonder if I can just be a housekeeper; cleaning is so straightforward, a constant string of instant gratification [*scrubscrub* "OMG IT'S WHITE NAO"]. Like a computer game, even, but physical [so, healthier and more mentally distracting], and you get money. WHERE CAN I SIGN UP.
Anyway, back to housekeeping sans pay.