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Ever have one of those days when you've been working for like... 12 hours and skipped lunch, and then when you finally go home you look back on everything and realize that you've accomplished virtually nothing of any real value? Well... I would guess probably that has happened to everyone. Today was one of those days. And so was yesterday. And maybe tomorrow will be too.

But in the end it was kind of good because when I finished I was so hungry I went to the mall food court and hand some greasy Korean BBQ and it tasted so good. I hadn't been to a mall in months so it was good to finally be back... I don't know why... but I guess those places are designed to make you feel good.

I've started to notice that the more miserable you become, the less you care about how miserable you are. Like... once you're so tired and you hate your job it doesn't really matter anymore, and then you start to focus on stuff that matters, like, "woah... this is sweet... I can have steak and eggs for breakfast tomorrow. I love steak and eggs"". But if you don't hate your job and things in life seem to be OK, then you start to think about stuff you don't have, like women, and then you get lots of problems because you get picky.

So I will take my breaks as they come. I will be grateful that I can eat lunch. I'm so tired that this entry has probably been a bunch of gobbley-gook. I'm going to sleep.