Oh, this is sad

I worked today in greasy chicken lair for 8 hours.

I went to class for an hour.

I came home and I cleaned my car.

I cleaned my car with a Halloween bucket and a dirty dish rag in the parking lot of our apartment.

And the pathetic thing was - the act of hand-washing my car was the most exciting thing that happened to me all day.

I was genuinely very happy I did that today.

What has my life become?