I hate that I only feel creative when I’m at work and unable to act on my sudden inspirations. It doesn’t matter how many notes I write down and save for later. I get home, I’m tired. I want to play video games until I pass out.
It’s not that I dislike my job, but it’s certainly not a career.
CTRL + ALT + DELETE
Instead of working, I’m sitting on the toilet at work and playing around on a tablet. I’ve got two hours to go. No, more like one and a half. Not even.
A centipede crawled under the stall door. I had no idea those suckers were so fast.
What is this on the stall door? Do I even want to know?