Fall is here.
I'm more busy than usual.
Waking up early makes me feel busy.
When I'm busy, I don't think too much.
I finally got a job.
It's okay.
People are nice, so far.
But people have their days.
Back at the baby lab.
It's okay, too.
People are nice, so far.
But people have their days.
I don't have passion.
What is passion, anyways?
Sometimes you can like something a lot.
And then you don't.
So what is passion without consistency?
... beats me.
