I've done it. I've crossed a new threshold of boredom and joblessness. I'm doing nothing and I don't know how I'm doing it for so long. I'm amazing me. I wish I was an astronaut sometimes.
I just don't want my parents to discover me one day drug addicted and morbidly obese, a sociopath and secret stasher of rotten food. I've already lovingly preserved a half eaten amla and called it Fungus, for obvious reasons. I think I would have made a great scientist.
I think I am about to burst.
Truth is, no-one likes these.