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Went to a Christmas party full of middle-aged people tonight, and (as I probably should've predicted) it was goddamn sad. I mean, is that what it means to be an adult... that you spend all night talking about your dogs and your kids, and the history of your house, and how you really ought to get going because you usually go to bed before 10? Fuck me. Good thing there was a fireplace to stare blankly into, or I might've had to start some trouble. I mean, I thought I hated the "smoke weed and get laid" horseshit that everybody my age seems obsessed with, but even that's like Plato's Republic compared to the mind-withering tedium I had to endure tonight.
Somebody needs to invent a robot for me to talk to or something.
Somebody needs to invent a robot for me to talk to or something.