Why do there have to be so many fun things to do in life? It’s just about bedtime and I’ve hardly spent any of my evening getting some of the things I wanted to accomplished. I think that has to be the most frustrating thing about joining the real world. When you’re in college your time is so fragmented that it feels like you have more free time. Then you join the 9 to 5 workforce and your free time is suddenly slammed into a tiny little chunk of space in the evening between paying the bills and brushing your teeth. If you’re lucky you have time to trim your toe nails.

Alas, the joys of a busy life in the twenty-first century.