I am currently uber-bummed that I won't get that vaycay I've been literally counting down the seconds to. No, really, I have a countdown going on my computer at this exact moment. Knowing that each time I have to stick my head in the toilet means one less day of vacation is devastating. Also symbolic, if you think about it.


The quarter life crisis has gotten more noticable again. I feel unbearably, overwhelmingly stuck.


Please plan my life for me. I don't wanna anymore.