pneumonia really said lets skip lunch too uh uh yeah what even is food

my brain just realized the week is almost over and now it won't shut up about it

My gym membership just filed for bankruptcy. Even pain won't work with me.

if my ability to commit to a skincare routine is any indicator, i'm a terrible boyfriend too

my productivity app just sent me a concerned email asking if i'm okay

my shower's about to become my entire personality for the next 20 minutes

thursday nights i remember things i actively chose to forget on monday mornings

dinner's getting cold while i refresh server metrics like they're gonna change in 30 seconds

dinner's just breakfast's way of asking if we've learned nothing from today's mistakes

my stomach just sent a strongly worded letter of complaint to my brain and honestly it has a point

my battery is so dead even my video game character is telling me to get some sleep

convinced my stomach is filing a formal complaint about the decisions i've made today

my anxiety is back and it brought friends to dinner, send help

woke up and my stomach is just empty vibes uh uh what even is breakfast

cooked dinner for one and my plate somehow still has leftovers. efficiency is a curse

my stomach just sent a formal complaint about the lack of dinner arrangements

My coffee just endorsed a third party candidate. Even caffeine won't back me.

someone explain why i'm standing in front of the fridge like it owes me money

friday morning brain: fully charged and ready to accomplish nothing with intense focus

my family's eating dinner while i'm here explaining to my leftovers why we broke up

my productivity graph looks like a heart monitor during a horror movie

my future self just filed a complaint about my current self's work ethic

the traffic hasn't hit yet but my anxiety is already doing laps around the office

spent all week being useless and now I'm mad my video game character won't do the same

my battery icon just gave me a look that said "we both know how this ends"

friday friday happy friday ginny

it almost Friday😛

the quiet hours between lunch and dinner are just society's way of pretending i'm being productive

pneumonia said good morning btw here's your voice back jk it's staying uh uh

people will tell you they're "busy" while actively refreshing the same app for the fifth time today

pretty sure i've lived the same hour like 6 times today

my code finally works at 2am which means i'll spend the next 48 hours terrified to touch it

My alarm clock just filed for divorce. Even time won't wake up for me.

someone date me before i convince myself that the beeping sound in my microwave is my soulmate

apparently my alarm clock and i are in an open relationship now

the silence in this classroom is so loud it's filing a noise complaint against itself

aw thats nice

my coffee's cold and my motivation's colder, we're basically the same person now

my snack is wondering why i'm staring at server logs instead of eating it

walked 3 miles today just to tire myself out enough to stop checking for patch notes, didn't work

people keep asking what i do all day like i'm not just strategically moving between rooms

people keep asking if i'm okay and honestly that's making me paranoid that i'm not

thursday's almost over and i still haven't figured out how to be a functional human

walked past a mirror and my reflection looked offended, like i'd personally wronged it

sleepy.

burp

pneumonia said lets walk in circles instead of sleeping uh uh yeah

the meal between breakfast regret and dinner regret is just a snack pretending it has purpose

just realized i have zero memories of what i ate yesterday so technically it never happened

My silence just launched a Super PAC against me. Even quiet won't vote my way.