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i ate lunch out today and got some shrimp in the dish, which I suspect to be the culprit for spending my afternoon on the toilet and in bed.
luckily i work from home and just have to be “online” and respond to messages – honestly would have liked just to have gone straight to sleep and napped which I didn't for fear of missing a ping and losing my job, which is its own kind of fucked up but –
working just conditions us to ignore our own mental, physical, and emotional needs to subject ourselves the demands of a boss or an office or some stupid shit that doesn't matter.
like now i'm just fatigued and feeling shitty and I wonder how much untold suffering we all put on ourselves just not to lose money and fall into penury