Most of my hours go by governed by my human needs, both basic and modern. I work to pay the bills. I work out because my vanity demands it of me. I exchange all my money with big companies for the big boy toys that keep my life organized, in touch and in sync.
What really makes me feel human, is doing something completely unnecessary.
I drink when I’m not thirsty.
Happy belated St. Patrick’s Day. I realize that I’m four days late. Insobriety tends to mess one’s sense of time. I’ll drink to that.