I've officially become a real designer. I'm being asked for unreasonable, nigh, impossible things in a video edit, and in the same breath, they utter, "make it pop." It's 10am on a Monday. I can hear life outside my window. It mocks me.

The real tragedy is that now that all social media sites are crumbling, I need to face the facts that we've all grown apart and I'm not, in fact, close with hundreds of people and am, in fact, in many many parasocial relationships with people from my college days, oops

I wish I had the strength of people who consistently watch dramas. I can bear a thriller once every 4 years, max. I went to a Miller play & at the talkback, a fellow audience member referenced me "being so affected, it was as if these events were really unfolding in front of her." Yes????