in my dreams, even if otherwise varied, there is this recurrent motif of going to the boys bathroom where getting in involves climbing through a narrow and inclined space and im worried ill get stuck
"i am going to murder your firstborn and commit a school shooting if you don't let me post a negative credit adjustment instead of a positive debit adjustment"
obri riffing on:
concerned only when he will be able to escape to the scanty and monotonous leisure of industrial society, in which he 'kills time' by cramming in as much time-scheduled and mechanised enjoyment of cinema, radio and newspapers as his wage packet and his tiredness allow
okay its kinda not funny, my sleep is really bad and interrupted
after work i want to recouperate and socialize and do my own pursuits but that's hard when work is demanding more and more of me