17 days until my experiment with alcoholism begins!
I wish I could lucid dream so I could imagine a room full of glass sculptures to break. Break all of the things.
I just wanna git high and git blankets and watch the office in bed forever, okay?
Often when I am alone in my office and I handle a phone call from a customer, soon after hanging up I will mutter something encouraging to myself like “Like a bawss” or “I’m professional as shit”