Brain Dump: Friday, 1:17 am
Wednesday morning I woke up and thought, “Today’s going to be rough.”
I think I stared into the mirror for five solid minutes and realized it would be easy to tell that I had stayed up the night before until 6 a.m. watching four episodes of The Newsroom. Then I thought, why did I stay up watching four episodes of The Newsroom? I thought I would be exhausted from the hours of Friends re-runs I had already been through.
Anyway, Wednesday morning was the start of a day of realizations.
First, I am Jim Harper. (But apparently my ultimate is Ted Mosby. I don’t know how to take that.)
“I only really drink when I’m scared.”
“You know the only reason I’m standing here is because I have nowhere else to go, right?”
“Can’t ask for more than that. Except rational thought.”
To amend the words of Albert Camus, humans are absurd heroes.
I want to marry Ben Howard.
Yogi tea is the best tea.
I drink Diet Coke when I need some kind of affirmation in my life.
My anxiety drives my hyper awareness which drives my humor. That’s my radioactive spider. (Thanks, Pete Holmes for help with this realization.)
I really like Frank Sinatra.
I still feel out of place in my internship regardless of how much I love it.
I am very upset that there is no middle-finger emoji.