it's that time of night everyone! time to sort thru memories from the day and file them away as either normal or horrendously embarrassing
aaaannnd don't wanna spoil anything but let's just say the normal folder is gonna be pretty fucking thin
me, after setting an arbitrary time limit for a wip: what nonsense is this?! how could I ever finish in this time frame?! might as well give up and do it never! never I say!
Right click -> save as -> ancient curse
me: I gotta get up early so it's super important I get good sleep tonight
brain: i-important?? that's scary! too much pressure! noooo we should stay up watching youtube with steadily growing anxiety instead!
this could be the snart of something big
someday I hope to have a wikipedia page. but I want it to be as inaccurate as those weird sketchy websites that make up shit about youtubers
like "minatorypigs is 4'11, 7lbs, and was kicked out of Harvard Law for academic dishonesty in 2009."
um. tee hee ðŸ¤
or smth. idk still workshopping
me: *peeling potatoes in the sink*
my ancestors: ah, some things never change :)
me: *turns on garbage disposal*
my ancestors: D:
I'm exhausted like all the time. I can't drink coffee because it makes my stomach hurt and it makes me sleepy. but not sleepy enough to actually fall asleep. no sleeping medication has ever worked for me and medications that are supposed to make you drowsy as a side effect don't do shit to me
I was up until 5 am writing fanfic last night. I woke up at 9:30 this morning. this is the most rested I've felt in weeks
what the hell am I because I'm clearly not human
etymology is so fun and cool until it's talking about how a word I like is losing its meaning.
mortified doesn't mean horrified you fools! don't do this to me dammit!