That's basically my lazy way of saying:
I have no idea what I am doing in life right now,
I hate my job,
I hate myself, a little,
I've watched my beloved desk plants wither and then at the last second I give them a shot of water,
I'm drinking quite a bit,
I'm playing heavy and melancholy music,
I'm worried about my lowered sex drive (which may actually be slightly providential given its usual heightened state),
I want new clothes (I don't usually give a shit),
and I feel the need to seek out a remedy for...who I am.
I am in the mindset that I need to cure myself of myself.
Even if none of that makes sense, I feel it. I feel it so comprehensively that I think I am a different person than I was last week.
I have the feels.
I want them to go away. I want to know what I am doing in life. I mean, I know what I am supposed to do. I know a WHOLE LOT of what I am supposed to do.
The most beautiful plant on my desk right now is a fake plant.
I want to be a fake plant
It's clearly time to color in my Disney Princess coloring book.
Another remedy: Go on at least one picnic a week. Today's picnic was spent at First Curve Beach :D
Friday at the Tigers game: