I Have Two Choices Right Now.

I have two choices right now.

I can go to sleep right now and wake up early and give my self plenty of time before work

Or I can stay up late to finish the assignment

The question is, can I trust myself to wake up early? I'm sure we all know the answer, but testing that theory is very tempting.

I asked an AI for a writing prompt out of boredom and what I got was a dystopian science fiction novel about a world controlled by the central AI, where all human feeling is stolen away by the AI. And the protagonists fight to restore feeling to the world.

I can’t say I’ve ever been skeptical of an AI, but I do wonder what goes on with in its computer brain when no one’s looking…

Why I'm a dumbass

Part two

So a good friend of mine from when I worked at dairy Queen has gotten a new number or something. I kept texting the number I had, just for no reason. Maybe he'd respond if I repeatedly summoned him like Satan. Who knows, so I kept texting then it dawned on me, I play minecraft with him on the Xbox. I could just ask him for his new number.

The worst part is, it has been going on like that for a year.

Once again,

I'm a fucking dumbass.

Fuck baby wipes, they're practically useless.

Enemies to lovers, but without violence.

Now hear me out, the setting a coffee shop, two regulars who hate each other for some reason unknown, and one barista documenting the interactions between the two.

They both do petty things to spite one another, and the whole book is written from the baristas view. Lacking any details, because they're strangers. The whole thing is barista watching two customers glare at one another and one "accidentally" spill coffee on the others computer, which has their completed english final on it. Maybe one of them asks the barista to put extra milk in the others coffee, pretending that the other wanted extra milk. The barista does so, even though they know damn well the other person gets explosive diarrhea from dairy, had to clean the bathroom at the end of their shift once.

Of course this is a public place, so the regulars try and be discreet about their hate for each other. Whispering insults, silent mime-ing arguments, and glaring contests.

None of the stuff that happens outside the coffee shop would be written, unless it's the barista looking at their fridge pondering the expiration date of some cheese, but it's heavily implied that the two regulars have interactions outside the shop.

How to walk like a zombie, for people who don't know how to walk like they've been reanimated with a hankering for the humans think bean.

Step one: make your legs fall asleep by leaning on them with you elbows in a sitting position

Step two: stand and walk very uncomfortably

If all else fails just wait until you die and you'll naturally unlock that ability :)