I beat another game. YAY. It’s not filling the void, folks. The void is deep and it smells like stale ramen. I miss when I had ambition. Now, my only ambition is to find a heater that doesn’t cost an arm and a leg. Maybe I should learn a new language? No, I’m already fluent in two and look where it got me. Nowhere.
It’s cold. It’s so cold in this room I can see my own breath. I spent the weekend reading about 1950s social norms, just to feel something that wasn’t this crushing disappointment. I am just rotting away in my own personal, un-heated purgatory. Does it ever get better? Or do we just get better at tolerating the cold?
They gave it to Tanaka. Tanaka, who doesn’t even know how to use a basic pivot table. I am hollow. I am just… done. All that extra work. All those late nights. I feel like a total idiot. W00T! Another three years of being ignored. I am going to buy a new game and never leave my apartment again. Don’t look at me.