(via jeremydavies)
This is how I feel every fucking morning. It never stops. If I’m lucky and I wake up earlier than nine, by noon the haze and atrophy of sleep has worn off and you’d never tell. But, those first few hours of laying in bed watching 30 Rock and getting up to shit and shower and shave are monotonously agonizing. The worst is being torn between a) wasting the day by killing all your time playing Kingdom of Loathing and scouring Tumblr and b) actually really wanting to get outside and run those errands like stopping by the IRS office to fix your tax issues that have been hovering over you like a black cloud since ‘08 and maybe doing laundry because, where did my couch disappear to?
This is my life. Working 40 hours a week at a job I hate to pay rent for a house I can’t even motivate myself to clean. It’s not even that messy. I’m gonna watch all of season one of Archer now.