One Per Day

I should draw the line for bringing work home.

It’s another end of an era.

I will not be rushed without an extremely good reason.

I am taking back my life.

I needed the break.

It’s not At the top of my list.

It’s a bit too uneventful.

I still need a vacation.

Tearing flesh apart is gratuitous but satisfying.

Being at home on a mid-workday is just weird.

I need a break.

I should really look at my finances.

It counts.

I will never win with my family on food vs. convenience.

It could have been a fun night for me too if it was on a Friday or Saturday.

I guess I’m faster than I thought.

First world problems.

I can do more than I think.

I need to get my mind clean.

Reality of my weakness has caught up to me.

I have a lot of busywork.

I have hope to believe all this stuff.

I’m making use of a low-stress day.

I have something to look forward to again.

The beginning is here.

At least I got a good haircut.

I want to be somewhere else.

It’s almost there.

It takes two.

Not sure how much longer I can sustain this.

It’s getting a little over my head.