7.25 whole + sum lunch (don't ask)
3.83 oikos and gum.
My birthday party was lovely with activities from 5 pm through 4 am, although it is my understanding that I fell asleep sometime around 3 am, after which people messed with me, and after which I woke up at 7 am to release the red wine that was still inside of me, causing my head to spin. I was informed there are as many neurons in the gut as there are in the brain - I believe this. I was also informed that I played and sang on the ukulele extensively, but I have no memory of that either.
Work has gotten bad -- the feeling of despair and dread that comes with working in such an office is difficult to deal with. Yes, all of you stupid assholes, I should be happy to have such a well-paying job, but boy do I hate it. This is simply not my highest and best use and is deeply bad for my will to live. I am by no means depressed and I am by no means suicidal or anything like that, but sometimes I just feel so trapped and feel so dissatisfied with where I ended up in a career that I am not all that fazed by the prospect of simply being wiped out by some freak accident. Even though I clearly deeply deeply don't want to die or suffer or anything like that, some part of me always thinks "at least I won't have be a lawyer anymore" and I find comfort in that.
Call my symptomatic of chronically dissatisfied yuppies or youth. Or just call me someone who isn't where they belong in life.
3.83 oikos and gum.
My birthday party was lovely with activities from 5 pm through 4 am, although it is my understanding that I fell asleep sometime around 3 am, after which people messed with me, and after which I woke up at 7 am to release the red wine that was still inside of me, causing my head to spin. I was informed there are as many neurons in the gut as there are in the brain - I believe this. I was also informed that I played and sang on the ukulele extensively, but I have no memory of that either.
Work has gotten bad -- the feeling of despair and dread that comes with working in such an office is difficult to deal with. Yes, all of you stupid assholes, I should be happy to have such a well-paying job, but boy do I hate it. This is simply not my highest and best use and is deeply bad for my will to live. I am by no means depressed and I am by no means suicidal or anything like that, but sometimes I just feel so trapped and feel so dissatisfied with where I ended up in a career that I am not all that fazed by the prospect of simply being wiped out by some freak accident. Even though I clearly deeply deeply don't want to die or suffer or anything like that, some part of me always thinks "at least I won't have be a lawyer anymore" and I find comfort in that.
Call my symptomatic of chronically dissatisfied yuppies or youth. Or just call me someone who isn't where they belong in life.
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