Things I don't miss:
1. My day job.
2. Having my internal clock ruled by the screech of an alarm, the most irritating sound man has ever concieved to stick in a box two feet from your ear.
3. "Hot enough for ya?" (I know it's winter, but I really won't miss this come July.)
4. Holding the door open for strangers. In fact, the trick where you hold it for several seconds, as someone rushes to get to the entrance, only to drop it on their face when they are a foot away- is even funnier with zombies. You need to enjoy these little moments if you want to stay sane; the human mind was not built to run a solitary creature.
5. Being judged by the asshats working at fast food restaurants. Hey, I know I'm eating what is more or less equivalent to shit, but next time you roll your eyes try doing so in a downward arc, so you can see the establishment's name stitched on your shirt.
6. The necessity of making any kind of list. When all is disorder, an ordered list becomes entirely your own call.
7. The pressure of making any kind of list. Anything I need to mentally organize now is done for my purposes, and no one else's. I'll do it at my leisure and whim.
8. The purpose of making any kind of list. I could stop this right now, if I really wanted, light this paper on fire and let it smolder, let the heat and wind chew it bit by bit until
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