Everything is going great. I’m exhausted, but so? Down one-point-four. I’m clean, I’m ready to go to work, and I’m pouring my soymilk into the glass thirty-five when suddenly I’m reminded externally that I’m an inconsiderate low-life incapable of common decency. I pour my breakfast down the drain negative thirty-five and spin the cap on the carton for 5 minutes staring at the sink and wow look how normal and well-adjusted I am.