(TFW you are about to quit your job and move to Europe)
House sit dog-alarm at 6. I fed them, made coffee, did P990X, and took them for a walk. Then I packaged eBay stuff, went to Whole Foods to replace the yummy organic Rye Bread from my last house sit, went to the post office, and went to hell…
It is giving me a stomach ache to be at work and the thought of writing one more blog worsens this embodied psychological space. A big steel bar, painted yellow, is hovering in front of my brow and I keep almost hitting my head on it. This is absolutely a waste of me, and no part of me is even in it, save for my time on earth as a living human. I don’t think I should be paid for this because I don’t think I should be doing it, no one should.
Goddamn i h8 capitalism so bad.