Sometimes I feel like the things that work in my favor are all illusions, like I'm in my own Truman Show. I know that seems so stuck-up and narcissist of me. I'm well aware that the world doesn't revolve around me and that I'm nothing but a single grain of sand on a shore.

Work shouldn't have to suck my person out of me. I should only work enough to be a contributing member of society. 

I wish there were no calendars, so that holidays are no more than a mundane day, that I get to decide when my new year starts, or when my god's birthday is. If I had one. I don't know. 

Actually, I do know. They're currently having fun playing games in the office. I'm alone in the restroom.