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It's not death that I'm afraid of. It's dying before I'm ready.
I sit around my apartment on my day off like it's not what I do every other day.
Things I should be doing:
-getting dressed, going downstairs and finding breakfast
-cleaning because this place is a fucking pigstye
-walking to the bank and depositing my last 5 paychecks (wow, am I really that lazy)
-secretly return a movie to Blockbuster so Isaac doesn't have to pay late fees?
Actually, I think that's it. I'll probably try to reserve a couple hours of solid zen time. Have a nice day.
I sit around my apartment on my day off like it's not what I do every other day.
Things I should be doing:
-getting dressed, going downstairs and finding breakfast
-cleaning because this place is a fucking pigstye
-walking to the bank and depositing my last 5 paychecks (wow, am I really that lazy)
-secretly return a movie to Blockbuster so Isaac doesn't have to pay late fees?
Actually, I think that's it. I'll probably try to reserve a couple hours of solid zen time. Have a nice day.