If everything in my life wouldn’t turn into shit were I to do so, I’d like to go away for a month. Just sort of check out of existence for a bit. No work, no responsibilities, no human interaction; maybe just a feeding tube, a pooping tube, and sensory deprivation tank. What do you do when you have to work so hard to have fun that the fun itself doesn’t seem worth it.
I want a hammock, a cool glass of sweet mint tea, a good blanket, and a nap; and if the gods are listening someone cute and feminine to curl up with me.
God I’m tired