Slept in, until 9:15. Got ready and folded shirts. Had a couple eggs, turkey bacon, lettuce, and some cream cheese on an onion bagel. Tastes astonishingly similar to Noah's farmhouse sandwich ... it's a slice or two of turkey away from jumping that niche. Left eye was slightly blurry until 2. Was going to work today but it kept getting pushed back since today was terribly gray (but not rainy!) and business was slow. Made some genmaicha tea around 3, just around the time my parents were clearing out the laundry subsection of some old 90s/2000s tech and products, like a speaker set and a heavyweight vacuum. Didn't get any homework done since I was so anxious about work but whatever -- it's just Thursday. (Today had a very very Friday feel.) Came back home around 8:05 and had a couple beef sticks and some barley soup for dinner. Listened to The Tortured Poets Department around 9:45, thought it was a functional redux of Midnights with slightly more cohesive sound. Angrier and hornier for sure but that's not enough to define an album. Some songs seemed to melt into each other, like the underlying structure was getting same-y. Shot all of these thoughts and more to Dave and oh my fucking god, just when I didn't think they could get any drier in their texts. (This has always been an intermittent issue even when we were together but I think now experiencing it yet again after so long really magnified it.) I get it's 12:58 over where they live but holy shit. Vagueposted on Twitter about it -- best tweets stylistically in a while, I'll say -- but wrapped it back up because this rage wasn't good for me. It wasn't good for my readers either. So I clipped the drafts and deleted.
"[Growing up] is hard and nobody understands." // https://www.homestuck.com/story/2391