I wish I could live correctly, but instead I find myself spending my free time doing work-work, and the interstitial time wondering where my free time has gone and how to get it back by declaring PTO (paid time off) on my timesheet so I could go out into the world and get an atom of space and perspective.
Because I’m certainly not living correctly.
Also, any clear liquor mixed with orange juice is nothing more than Truth Serum to me. Life is shit.
Also, LAID BACK.