I guess it’s normal to eat all fucking day and watch t.v. for even longer. Perhaps I get points for watching English comedy? For getting Starbucks with my friends? Playing tuggy with my dog? Putting sriracha on my popcorn?
Without work or school, I just revert into this semi-conscious state. Really, it can hardly be called human. I need some kind of structure. Otherwise, I become a kind of food-obsessed recluse whose only contact with the outside world must be orchestrated days in advance so I can chisel at my appearance early enough to be presentable.





