Have you ever had one of those days where you've got so much to do it seems like one task runs directly into the other? One moment, you're washing your dishes, the next moment, you're taking out all the trash (even the one in the bathroom with the used tissues piled up high because you had a cold which you're still recovering from), and then you discover that your bills came in all at once, and don't even get me started on laundry.
Now before you say, "But Peter, this is a part of life. It's our responsibility to blah blah blah," I don't want to hear anything like that. I don't want that part of life. I don't even want to know that life exists and I'm forced against my will to be part of it (this is usually the part where counselors and therapists ignore this tirade and change the subject as if the discussion was never brought up, and I HATE that!).
When do we get time for video games? When do we get time for YouTube? When do we get time to make artwork for both DeviantArt and our own enjoyment? In this world, it seems like we can't.
My family is celebrating Christmas early this year because they're going out of town for the holiday. I had to do everything I could think of to keep my apartment in good shape, and somehow I can't help but think there's still something that needs my attention. Maybe I just need sleep.