From the archive

Don't die before you're dead

You spend all day doing something you hate. Then you spend the whole evening trying to recover. Over the weekend, you recover just enough to do it again on Monday. And this is supposed to go on for another thirty years. At what exact point in that schedule were you planning to be free? I don't need a cult of sleep deprivation. I'm not interested in bragging that I spent sixteen hours at my laptop and now my eye won't stop twitching. But I need something to show for the time I've spent. If I'm working my fucking ass off, I want to know what I'm building. What I'll have to show for it. Whether I'll have more options a year from now. Or whether I just sold another chunk of my life at a higher price, and now I can afford a more expensive cage.