Nothing makes a podcast or audiobook feel slow as hell like listening while trying to get a toddler to nap. Like what do you mean I’ve only been listening for 45 minutes?! The heat death of the universe should have occurred by now.
Sometimes you just have to realize you’re not a Harry, you’re a Ron. You open your mouth before thinking, you lack any self-confidence, and you have no clue how women can have so many things in their heads at once.
It’s great when you want to be productive but you’re too angry and tired to do anything. Doesn’t help when your wife is even more angry and tired than you either.
It’s almost two and I’ve still not slept. I likely will fall asleep just as the baby wakes up. My head is spinning with general exhaustion and concerns of a fucking war. Im actually considering not going to a concert tomorrow because my brain won’t let me have fun anymore. Fuck
Scrolling through YouTube just trying to find some video that can be background noise to my life. Nothing feels like it helps. Everything is miserable. Everything is exhausting.
My Friday and Saturday have disappeared behind grumpy babies and liquid spewing wife. I am the equivalent of the grey emotion board in Inside Out. I have no feelings left. Not even anger or disgust can save me