Me: I wish to dine upon filet mignon and the finest wagyu. I want to eat until full then eat some more. I want to consume a cow’s weight in meat so I am unable to even move.

Also me: WE CAN’T AFFORD MILK 😭

The duality of man, I suppose.

I want to afford nice things someday, not that I do anything to help with that, but it feels as if we will end up another poverty statistic at this rate.

The responsible side is very stressed. I want to call off the rest of the week and lay around all day. Ideally with someone putting food in my mouth so I don’t have to move. Cat can’t do that, but she does offer warmth.

Hm…

I wonder if I can help market the book. Some part of me is already in it, the idealized fictional part, who is much cooler and… I almost said better adjusted but alas we do share the same traumas.

We toyed with giving me a blog. I guess that’s what this is but not really. Stream of consciousness straight from the darkest recesses of the mind aren’t exactly blog worthy. But the fictional guy? Also not blog worthy. Worse than me, if we’re being honest.

Hm…