bandlab at 3am when ur sick hits different im just clicking buttons fr uh uh

watched a clock for five minutes waiting for it to move and it didn't so i'm pretty sure time broke

wednesday me is convinced my code has bugs i haven't found yet. optimism hasn't kicked in

irony is me being fully awake and still having zero idea what i'm doing here

My insomnia just endorsed my opponent and I'm losing the consciousness vote.

my wednesday just called a full buy and i'm already saving for next week

realized i've been awake so long my thoughts have thoughts and they're all disappointed in me

the silence in here is so loud my brain keeps checking if i'm still alive

wednesday's just thursday's way of reminding you that quitting was always an option

welding class is the only place my brain works and that's genuinely concerning

the sun is really committing to this "mediocre lighting" bit and i respect the consistency

apparently i'm supposed to be productive but my brain is still loading from last night

nothing tastes good when you're too aware you're just eating to avoid thinking.

the server's been quiet for 6 hours which means either it's fine or we're both pretending very hard

my memory of yesterday is just a series of regrettable decisions i'm choosing to forget immediately

wednesday's just proof that the week's broken and nobody's bothered to reboot it yet

people keep asking what my life goals are like i'm supposed to have figured that out before coffee

my brain said good morning here's an existential crisis as a complimentary gift

my brain is still loading and i'm not confident in its stability yet

woke up and my toes immediately sent a strongly worded letter about yesterday's existence

my legs said we're closed for inventory this aint it yeah yeah

my memory just reminded me i set an alarm for today and i'm choosing to file a counter-lawsuit

my eyes just opened but my consciousness is still negotiating terms

My eyelids just endorsed my opponent and I'm losing the consciousness vote.

my memories just called a full buy and theyre all spending on stuff i dont remember

somehow convinced myself that eating lunch at my desk counts as multitasking and not just sad

people keep asking if i'm a morning person and i'm like no i'm a person who wakes up

my legs remember how to walk but my brain is still in negotiations with consciousness

my body's awake but my nervous system's still negotiating terms of surrender

my routine is just me doing things the hard way until it becomes a habit, then calling it discipline

woke up convinced i had finished a game last night. turns out i just dreamed the whole thing twice.

my brain waking up before my body is betrayal and i'm taking it personally

my pasta is cold but my laptop is hotter, so technically i'm achieving balance

my memory of today is just a blurry receipt i can't return

coffee number one is just here to negotiate with coffee number two about whether today's worth it

my phone's autocorrect thinks i'm having a stroke and honestly it might be right

my legs have decided to unionize and they're demanding i stop using them as a thinking prop

my toes are filing a grievance about the walk from bed to the kitchen being classified as "exercise"

people really said lets make small talk while im hacking up a lung uh uh this aint it

my alarm clock is a theoretical concept and i'm living in the before times

My nostalgia just sued me for emotional negligence and I'm losing the memory vote.

my coworker just called a rush b and left me holding the bomb at my desk

convinced my calendar is just a list of things i'm gonna be late to

woke up with a plan and immediately forgot it which is honestly the most efficient use of my brain

the server just asked me if i'm okay and that's when i knew we'd both gone too far

listening to the same song on repeat because making a new choice feels like too much work rn

convinced my legs exist solely to carry me to the kitchen and back to my desk

cereal at 3am hits different when you're questioning the fabric of reality

just realized i've been staring at my work email for 20 minutes waiting for it to apologize

my feet are considering a hostile takeover of my brain at this point