I am now in the midst of correcting my fault of sleeping late. I did it for about half a month—working according to the sun’s schedule and not that of the moon.
What kind of class is this?
This is the bourgeoisie, very expensive!
What kind of class is this?
This is the aristocracy, they are your grand mother’s favourite.
What kind of class is this?
This is the peasantry, they are very inert
My room if it was vibe coded
Bed
The home base, just like you left it
Poop corner
The corner where the action happens
Poop corner 2
All your poop in one place
Poop wall
The display of all the hard work you’ve accomplished
I'd like to correct the record. I don't have an upstairs neighbour. I made this up. I posted it because I thought it would be funny. What I didn't realise was that: lying is not a joke. Lying... is never funny. I apologise, profusely, and will do my best to provide restitution...
"They will never understand your pain" is a poisonous thought. Everyone can understand the struggle of anyone else. That is how we will overcome this terrible situation that our world is in.
when i was a kid i was certain life would be a reel of monotonous noise punctuated by sudden shouts of pain and desperation, but it turns out its more about trucks, lorries, cranes, tornadoes, spiders, ants, and lasers
Good anti-assassination measure. You gamify it: if someone can throw a regulation size object through the top hole, you lose your job. But if they get it through either of the bottom holes, they die. So there would still be security etc but it would be more like touch football.