a playlist for productivity and wretchedness

I slam earbuds into my ear holes the second lunch break starts, and I refuse to take them out for anything short of a crisis involving spurting blood (this has happened three times). I have sixty little minutes to myself, and I draw a hard line around every scrap of it.

Someone vomited on the sidewalk again? NOPE, I'm not here.

I eat a meal bar with one hand and draw with the other, and the playlist goes like this:

1. Sad sad bastard 

2. Slightly pissy about being a sad bastard  

3. Existential sad bastard 

4. Someone please just hit me with a chair

5. DANCE BREAK BEFORE I JUMP OFF A BRIDGE

6. Guilty sad bastard who has made terrible life choices

7. Dial that back a bit and relax, Jesus

8. Hobbitses!

BACK TO WORK.