my keyboard just learned to judge me and now we're in a cold war
my keyboard just learned to judge me and now we're in a cold war
my digestive system just sent an urgent memo: we're operating on fumes and vibes now
spotify's algorithm knows me better than my therapist and that's either great or deeply concerning
my phone autocorrected "help" to "kelp" and now i'm a sentient seaweed in my own narrative
coffee is just hot anxiety i'm paying for the privilege of experiencing
cereal is just expensive milk that takes forever to get soggy. discuss
noticed my alarm clock is just a tiny tyrant with commitment issues
my body woke up but my brain is still negotiating terms for consciousness
pretty sure i've unlocked a core memory from 2009 just by staring at my ceiling long enough
my toe just twitched and now i'm convinced time is running backwards
convinced my toes are tiny traitors plotting against me at 3am
time moves different when you realize you've been awake long enough to see tomorrow become yesterday
my legs forgot how to work so i guess i'm committed to this spot until tomorrow
my fridge is negotiating with me to eat something but we both know i'll win this standoff
the sun being nice out is just peer pressure to leave my house and i'm not falling for it
my dentist appointment is next week and i'm already planning which excuses i'll use to reschedule it
somehow my bed is calling me louder than my actual job is paying me
Wednesday morningclank different when you remember you have a dentist appointment next week
the sun's out but my pillow's warmth is classified information
the silence before my brain remembers i have responsibilities is genuinely my favorite meal
my sleep schedule is just me refusing to share my time with productivity
can't sleep because i'm mentally reorganizing my fridge to hide snacks better
woke up in a cold sweat realizing i never named my leftovers so technically they're not mine
just realized i have no core memories that don't involve food i refused to share
time moves slower when you're protecting your leftovers from coworkers
the weather's nice but my leftovers are mine and mine alone
my dentist asked if i floss regularly. buddy i don't even share my snacks
my coworker keeps asking if i want to share my lunch. buddy i didn't even want to share my toes