
I lost my shitty job & have been applying for other, shitty jobs. That's not to say I intentionally look for the most soul-crushing, time-wasting occupation, but it's fair to say I've never seen one
not reek of dense feces. Just the abysmal fact that I need an alarm the first week or so, followed closely by the mental-fuck of waking up just before it goes off, puts me opposed to each prospect from the get-go. On the plus, I don't have to care. Each & every time, I'm elated when I wake up late.
In the meantime, I'm capping off books, TV shows, albums, movies, and layers of procrastination. It seems without the misery of work, the bits of joy from working on & completing my projects don't ring with as rich a melody as before. I would stand at my table for about the length of an album & the volume of a water bottle, after sunset so that I could disconnect from time, and work diligently to complete a particular layer or detail. Now, with hours as days to spare, I can work by the sunlight without any of the shame the sun previously imposed upon me. With a job, my projects were melodic, to me. Without an alarm, they seem harmonious.