This was posted over 21 years ago; my opinions, thoughts, attitude, and writing style may have evolved since then, and this post might have been different if it were to be posted today.
why is it always seeming it’s the nicest day of the century on days that i have to work? i’d much rather go back to sleep.
why is it my mousing finger (my right index finger) hurts? only at the tip, but still, it hurts for some reason.
and why is it i’m ending up only ever doing journal entries just a few lines long now?
*goes to work*