still at work.
Fraternities used to have those convenient bedrooms, which you would actually rarely have used single.
…I am thinking of coming here saturday which doesn’t even bother me that much, so life changed.
Is cognitive dissonance kicking in, so I’m convincing myself that I must like this or else wouldn’t be doing it (consequent as hell as I am) or am I just so used to it I can’t realize how much it costs?
Do I not have a personal life any more so it’s better to stay at work anyway?
Or, in the end, am I… am I…ambitious?
Shush. I never said that.
Shut up, sleeping, beauty