my brain decided that 6 in the morning is the perfect time for feelings-

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my brain decided that 6 in the morning is the perfect time for feelings-
id pay ALL of my money to be able to fucking focus
Society if my body was kind to me and let me do the bare minimum I need to survive <//3
I thought today was going to go differently. I was aggravated for no reason, but to an understandable degree. Little did I know that I could so easily be pushed over the edge.
I was on my laptop, minding my own business, when all of the sudden my volume key just full out decided to jump on out of its place and not want to go back in. It crossed the line. When I say I was two seconds from throwing my laptop, I’m not joking. The button pushed my buttons.
How dare I be tired after procrastinating. How dare!
The front part of my brain is dead
I am ill, which is obnoxious, because I have a gig on Saturday.But also not surprising, because I have a gig on saturday, and this happens every bloody time.
I am, however, now well enough to eat food, which means that I’ve just spent a couple of hours watching Great British Bake Off in my pajamas and the fruits of the Australian version of grub hub.
Two things come from this:
It is extremely dangerous to know that takeaway is available with paypal.
And it makes me remember very fun nights with @lemonsharks amd @peroxidepirate.
Now, I wonder if I can positive-think my voice into something that sounds less like the Balem Abrasax on a particularly emotional day.
I knew I shouldn't have tried to update the software on my computer. It's stuck saying it will restart automatically and it's just not doing anything