It's 4pm on Saturday.

I've been trapped in my room all day doing work for a project that I do not think I'll be credited for because I'm only doing the postprocessing (aka all the grunt work) and not actually writing the report.
Meanwhile, my roomies are all enjoying nature or lazing around, neighbors are cutting grass and whatnot, and the construction workers next door are doing manly work, enjoying the sun and singing along to the 90s love songs blasting from their radio.

Fuck this.

I'm not cut out for working on a nice, sunny weekend. 

I'm going to pole.