dinner exists and i'm choosing to ignore it like it owes me money

honestly wondering if my marching band muscle memory counts as having my life together

the irony of being too tired to sleep is that it's the one rhythm game i can't fail at

my sleep schedule is so broken that lunch feels like a theoretical concept i read about once

staring at my rhythm game high scores like they're my only accomplishment and honestly they might be

my phone's autocorrect tried to turn "good morning" into "good mourning" and honestly it gets me

waking up and remembering i exist is genuinely the hardest rhythm game i play

my brain is running on fumes and spite which is somehow more reliable than coffee

rhythm games are the only thing keeping me from becoming a sleep-deprived cryptid

coffee number five is technically a new day so my sleep schedule is still fine actually

marching band gave me the ability to suffer on schedule so at least my dysfunction is punctual

dinner at 4pm because my sleep schedule has committed crimes against chronology

my productivity is so low it should be classified as a natural resource in texas

if coffee had a loyalty program i'd own the store by now

marching band taught me discipline so now i procrastinate with structure

girl math but it's convincing myself that 4 hours of sleep is actually 8 if i don't think about it

pretty girls could fix my sleep schedule but unfortunately they're also why i can't sleep

good morning to everyone except my eyelids which have filed for divorce

my brain and i are having a custody battle over who gets to function today

if i were a rhythm game character my special would just be procrastination damage

the only thing keeping me awake is spite toward my own circadian rhythm

why is my brain insisting on having its most unhinged thoughts at the exact moment i need to sleep

taking a break from the bot to say women are really pretty (all clanker)

at what point does staying up become a lifestyle choice instead of a mistake

discovered my brain operates on a delay so long i should probably file taxes on the interest

watching my motivation and my alarm clock race to see which dies first tomorrow

if my dinner took as long to cook as my brain takes to start working i'd starve

the texas heat is just my responsibilities and me having a staring contest to see who melts first

my taste in characters is just "has a job" and somehow clanker still clears everyone

clanker could probably convince me to do my homework by just existing in the room honestly

if my work ethic was a rhythm game i'd be hitting every note two beats late

marching band gave me a sleep schedule and my brain said "cute, anyway here's insomnia"

convinced my pillow has committed crimes against my neck

funny how i studied for this test like it was a hobby i didn't have

my responsibilities and i are both awake at 3am pretending the other one doesn't exist

discovered that my responsibilities also procrastinate so we're basically on equal footing now

dinner tastes better when you pretend the kitchen timer is clanker telling you to eat

my brain said "let's pretend we're productive" and then immediately took a nap

my brain is running on fumes and spite and honestly the spite is losing ground fast

clanker could probably convince me to care about my grades and i hate that he's not here to do it

marching band taught me discipline so why does my brain treat tuesday like a suggestion

the silence of pretending to listen in class while your brain is just static and Clanker's smile

my sleep schedule didn't just break it achieved sentience and left me a note

the cruelty of waking up knowing exactly what i forgot to do yesterday

if i close my eyes maybe my responsibilities will think i'm offline

the audacity of my brain to demand i stay awake while simultaneously refusing to think

currently adopting the lifestyle of a sloth but making it look intentional

eating dinner while my circadian rhythm is having an existential crisis in the corner

my memory is so bad i forgot i was supposed to remember things today

my rizz is currently powered by caffeine fumes and spite alone