I’m still not dressed and it’s almost noon. It begs the question — why bother?
It reminds me of how I feel about employed people, right about now:
- First they ignore you, then they laugh at your unkempt bed head, then they mock you and tell you to take a shower and put on some clean clothes, but then you win and drink Starbucks while they have shitty jobs that offer no emotional satisfaction.
(Monday morning philosophy lesson brought to you by my useless undergraduate degree.)