I have had something of a meltdown over the past few days…
But that is and probably always will be, overdramatic to the point of almost complete narcissism.
Aside from my cat having a damaged eye, which he probably got from one of my other pets, they are consistently fighting, nothing is really abnormally wrong.
I am a little stressed about having three days back to back of twelve hours each.
I don’t get much holiday, but I never really do and this has never really bothered me before.
I am well fed, entertained, I have the freedom (It may not feel like it sometimes but I do) to do whatever I want, I have a comfy bed, access to an almost unlimited supply of information, I can see my girlfriend whenever I want… What do I possibly have to complain about?
Nothing… Aside from maybe an occasional lack of sleep.
Normally I would try to dig deeper to find some horrible underlying meaning to it all, but realistically I just have to accept that sometimes my brain is just a dick.
So I will end this here with, my brain is just a dick sometimes…