Just another workday, again

Im tired of this. Every day of the week feels as one. They're floating together as one and the time runs by like a racing car.

My dad told me about his life one time. He said that his memories of the time before he started his working career was the strongest, about the age 16-20. After that it was all work, and he said the time went incredibly fast at that point. And now he is 60.

We are all drones. We have to work. For queen and country.

Little, worthless, expendable drones.

Lets have another cup of coffee.