transitively, it never really sits well in my mind when i go through a day on "autopilot" like this; wake up at 11, have a bowl, stagger into work at 1, do nothing productive till 6, then go see a movie w/ coworkers and catch light rail home so i can smoke more weed and play video games until 3 in the morning again.
this was why i never got good grades in school- i really don't have any work ethic to speak of at all; i always found the easiest, simplest solution requiring the least effort to do the task required (acceptably), and because of this squeaked through high school with an (acceptable) 2.1 GPA.
(funny, in retrospect, how i was getting yelled at for being more efficient. "show your work." fuck you, i've got better things to think about.)
but i guess i'm just carrying on the grand old tradition here, because all life requires of me at the moment is to show up at an office in sunnyvale for about 20 hours a week and make sure all their expensive boxes are still happy.
so i suppose, for the moment, that that's all life is going to get out of me.