man my apartment AC currently sounds like a lawnmower choking on rocks and I am just sitting here sweating, trying to organize these stupid pinterest boards for work.
why do I even do digital marketing. it's friday evening. I'm literally just making digital mood boards for ghosts.
like I was just staring at this massive pile of harvard crimson college football stuff I'm supposed to be generating social pins for and I just started spiraling. who is actually buying this? do you have to have a 4.0 GPA to wear a harvard jersey? if I put on one of these synthetic crimson shirts will I suddenly understand advanced calculus or will I just look like a guy who got rejected in 2018 and never emotionally recovered.
I bet the squirrels at harvard are incredibly arrogant. they probably throw acorns at people who don't know latin.
I really need to drink some water. my brain is melting into a puddle on my desk. I might just delete the entire pinboard and tell my boss the algorithm ate it.
