*goes downstairs to get phone and check weather*
*spends two hours scrolling social media, reading webcomics, and/or writing*
“Oh geez, I’ve got to get off my phone and start my day!”
*goes upstairs to get dressed*
*finds clothes already laid out*
*starts putting them on*
*debates putting on long underwear*
*goes downstairs to get phone and check weather…*
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Watch this poor, tired sap try not to lose track of the number of scoops he’s put into the coffee maker, on today’s exciting episode of “Can He Count to Four?“
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Me: “Welp, I’ve been staring at my computer screen doing literally nothing all day and now it’s after 6. Guess I better call it. I’ll just text my spouse and let them know I’m leaving…and I should look at the function I was working on so I’ll remember where I left off…”
My brain, smashing through the wall like the Kool-Aid Man: “ALL RIIIIIGHT I’M READY, LET’S LOCK THE F*CK IN”
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*shares a meme on social media*
*scrolls through more memes, shares another*
*scrolls back, sees the meme I shared 15 seconds ago*
*has to check own status because I can’t remember if I actually shared it or just thought about sharing it*
*meme is about ADHD*
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Me: It’s a good thing I put this appointment in my calendar for 15 minutes before the actual time, ’cause if it really was at 2:30 I would be running so late right now.
…I should probably call and make sure it really is at 2:45 instead. If I’m misremembering I am probably gonna have to reschedule 😥
Soon…
Receptionist: So, what was your question?
Me: I just wanted to confirm the time of my appointment today.
Receptionist: All right, let’s see here…it looks like it’s at 3 pm.
Me: …Three o’clock?
Receptionist: Yes, that’s right.
Me: *suddenly overwhelmed by the strange feeling of being lovingly cared for by my own past self*
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Me: “Ugh, [trope X] is so [gross/overdone/boring] in [genre Y]. They just fit together so perfectly to make a bad story–like soul mates, but for awfulness instead of love. It’s probably impossible to put them together and have something good come out.”
My hyperfocus: “Hold my beer.”
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