Do you know what 'duvet' means?

Everything's so different now.

Sometimes, I wake up not sure where I am or where I'm supposed to be going, or what I'm waking up for. It seems like it's been the longest year in the history of ever. But I suppose that that's what shit-storms do to your sense of timing and reality. The wind blows up, the earth shifts, you plop back down like "what the fuck!?!"

But that's the way it is. I wake up, re-orient myself, remember that I can get breakfast at work and hit the snooze button. I didn't start to use the snooze button ever in my life until about a two years ago, I guess. Strange.

Anyway. It's weird how, when you're a grownup things settle into such a routine. I have like 8 outfits for work. I wear one of those 8 every fucking day. It's very boring. As a student there are all of these peaks and valleys. Your time is alloted into half-semesters, not weeks. And now I have to keep time. Every little tasks get assigned a little .1 or .2 or whatever. It gets really hard when you're right on the boarder, and you think "am I scamming the client if I put .2 or am I a bad employee if I put .1?" Questions I never thought I'd be asking myself in this lifetime.

I was going to do a whole "fight club" piece about how, as an adult, because our sense of goals and purpose are lost by this unnatural state of being employed and within a capitalist system everything becomes about material goods and stuff. I'm too tired. I'm going to bed now to dream about outfit #9 (kidding....)

I have eaten so much cheese in the past four days I think I can actually feel my arteries clogging right now. Yuck.