2315, sunday night, 21st of june

it’s 2315 on a sunday night. you're just winding down for the night. you have work at 8, and you're already in relatively insignificant but prolonged sleep debt. you're doing your nails after an evening of linux, laundry, sudoku and testing out a new mouse you bought. you're impressed with how this whole vyvanse thing has worked out. you've said to multiple people that you've run out of stuff to…