Why did I skip lunch to finish up a couple of sentences that could have waited? That, and why did I skip lunch to do a simple task when I should have left much earlier?
I now have a grumbly in me tumbly...
This morning hurtled my entire day into another dimension. A dimension where nothing goes right.
But in that dimension, if something DOES go right, does that mean that it actually went WRONG? Or, do people in that dimension compensate for the fact that nothing goes right to ensure that SOME things go right?
Screw it. Everyone else is walking around like this is a passive life. Wake up and smell the motivation, people.