Last three years I've taken the week of the 4th off, and every. single. time. I end up having a psychotic break after two days and spend the entire vacation mired in bizarre thoughts and paranoia and anxiety and an inability to not be disappointed, trying to convince myself I don't exist, instead of relaxing or having fun.
Last year I remember giving up on Street Fighter 4 because it seemed like a lot of work to get good at and I felt like videogame skills were sort of useless. Now, though, I'm thinking I should start forcing myself to play bullethells for like an hour a day because maybe that'll force me to start thinking with some clarity.
Every time I'd go to the vets office when I was 16, they had two TVs set up -- one was playing cartoons, and would inevitably be showing Digimon. The other one would be running advertisements on chemical castrations. This is why I can't watch Digimon anymore.
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Screw that, went to the grocery and they had the vegan dish soap I like so much. BREAKFAST OF CHAMPIONS, FIZZOLKS.