Listening to Doused by DIIV. Great song. I had a sunnyside up egg on top of a mixed berry waffle, the foundation of my day. It’s 3:52. On the 6. Late. Again. Before leaving, Mike said “Try getting a job you actually care enough to go on time to.” I just had the train door close on me. The —worse feeling. I’m an expert crowd weaver, so I found this…
3rd day. I am nothing, and everything. I’m constantly asking myself what am I doing, yet I don’t move. 3rd. Day. Not working. I feel like shit. It feels like I’ve written this over, and over. I have said this over, and over. Thinking over, and over.
How many overs till I finally shut up?