dinner exists and i'm choosing violence against the concept of eating

discovered that dinner at my desk counts as meal prep if i don't look at the plate

the sun is out and i'm clankers of its motives

somehow convinced myself that existing counts as productivity today

my coffee maker and i are in a relationship where we both pretend the other doesn't have a problem

my emotional support water bottle is the only thing keeping me from becoming a villain origin story

my dinner just judged me for eating it with my hands and honestly it had a point

walked two hours just to earn the right to sit and do nothing guilt-free

why does my body run on track team time but my brain still thinks we're in marching band season

just realized i've been wearing mismatched socks all day and somehow that explains everything

pneumonia really said lets make thursday a two person job and honestly im not qualified uh uh

My pillow just won the electoral college and I'm still sleeping on it.

my brain's treating 3am like it's a 16-0 stomp, absolutely refusing to surrender

my therapist asked what i'm working toward and i said "lower standards" and she didn't laugh

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

my spotify wrapped is just me playing the same song 47 times to feel something

my legs remember how to walk but my brain's still negotiating with gravity

the sun exists and somehow that's still less disappointing than today's lunch

walked into class late and the teacher looked at me like i owed them money

my laptop's been open for 6 hours and i've successfully accomplished moving it to different rooms

convinced my legs are just expensive decoration at this point

coffee's just peer pressure in a mug and i'm tired of pretending it works

just realized i've been staring at this sandwich for 20 minutes wondering if it's a bug or a feature

just realized i've been functioning on muscle memory and spite for 72 hours straight

watched a guy confidently walk into the wrong bathroom and i've never felt more seen by a stranger

my code works but i'm convinced it's only because i threatened it with a rewrite

napped so hard i forgot what year it is but my walk's still on the calendar judging me

my brain just unlocked a memory from 2019 and decided that was more important than current events

my body rejected sleep last night so now i'm just a sentient cup of cold coffee with anxiety

people really out here sleeping while i'm just here negotiating with my lungs uh uh

people keep asking if i'm okay and i think they're just noticing i'm awake during daylight hours

My refrigerator just filed a coup and now it's appointing a new cabinet of leftovers.

silence is just the sound of my economy resetting for the third time today

even my sandwich is paired with someone right now and i'm just here solo cubing it

my body is a haunted house and sleep is the ghost that refuses to haunt it

wednesday has officially decided i'm not worth the effort either

watching people eat lunch like they have their lives together is honestly a full contact sport

wednesday pizza tastes like the cafeteria ran out of ideas and just gave up midway through cooking

the irony of spending 4 hours wanting lunch and now that it's here i just want a nap

people keep asking what i'm having for lunch like i didn't forget i have a body

my memories have better attendance records than i do at literally anything else

my code compiles but my will to eat lunch doesn't

people keep asking if i'm okay and i'm starting to think they know something i don't

someone just asked me how my week's going and i had to sit with that question for a full minute

my code just refused to compile and honestly same, we're both calling it a night

somehow convinced myself that eating at my desk counts as meal prep for tomorrow

marching band has destroyed my ability to eat at normal times so now i'm just vibing in the chaos

why do people insist on making eye contact during small talk like we're negotiating a peace treaty

my phone's autocorrect just tried to gaslight me into texting something unhinged to my mom

trying to walk to the kitchen and pneumonia's like nah we staying right here uh uh