It never gets old: waking up at different times feels like inhabiting different worlds. Now I’m thinking of God of War. Did I rush through that game too quickly, not play enough of the side quests, not explore enough of the world? It was good, but not Horizon good. (2024: I’m not sure I’d stand by with this? They’re good in different ways)

I’m currently on the way to McDonalds for breakfast. I’m wearing a green long sleeved shirt from Uniqlo – it’s cheap and yet it’s got this really nice cosy comforting texture about it. Cosiness is something I don’t think I cared about very much growing up, and it was certainly something I didn’t spend much time or energy optimising for when I left home, or started work. But it’s certainly crept into my life lately. Lofi music on YouTube. Soft fabrics.

I didn’t have to bring my wallet to McDonald’s – I paid with my phone. And they have table service now. The air conditioning is really cold. I wonder if I’m dehydrated and/or falling sick. I should really stop smoking but I’ve been procrastinating on that. I’ve been procrastinating on many things. I want to say that I’m tired of procrastinating, but this seems to be a sort of holding pattern of a phrase to use. It’s effectively meaningless. Almost everybody who’s procrastinating will agree that they’re tired of procrastinating. 

Maroon 5 just came on the radio. How bland.

We should probably navigate by excitement rather than tiredness. We will always be tired. What are we excited about?

Incentives.

Done with breakfast. That took like 10 minutes. I’m ready to start writing now.