No serious health problems and make enough money to not be homeless and have minor luxuries.

As soon as I get cancer or some serious health issue, or about to be homeless, c'est la vie and good fucking riddance.

The next chapter of The 100 Girlfriends Who Really, Really, Really, Really, Really Love You

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On any other day:

When a new chapter gets released:

Figuratively: my family Literally: caffeine and sugar

Waiting for the day we finally and collectively eat the rich.

Just good ass coffee

I really like learning things and every day I'm here, I have the opportunity to learn more.

Not asking that question

what keeps the water going while it makes its journey from the Alps to the sea?

The orphan crushing machine

Mornings are pretty nice.

I've started blogging about videogames. So I'm just enjoying writing about stuff and looking forward to my posts on Wednesdays. No one reads it but it's nice to write my thoughts down about games that I play.

Lisa needs braces.

I'm too fucking lazy to kill myself, that's what.

My lucid dreams are unspeakably realistic, comprehensively and indistinguishable from reality. It's like waking up each night into a horrible dystopia.

In my nightmares, there's a global autocracy, a kind of maximalism of pain which forces people into mass slavery, but it's not even according to their whims, it's simply a price for existing.

I'd go on but it's too spooky and sad.

The rest of the time life's pretty good.

Sunsets and sunrises; a butterfly. Watching deer walk. The hope of a healthier, happier, world for everyone.

Video games, tbh. Absolutely love it when a new, good FPS drops.

The next Warframe expansion

I like reading books, having meals with my spouse, seeing friends, listening to music, dabbling with my hobbies, and petting our cat.

Oh; and drugs

The delusion that the world will inevitably turn out fine, despite occasionally saying the opposite. That, and the massive amount of stuff I still wanna do (games to play) and experiences to be had (music to be listened to, shows to be watched, computer mumbo jumbo to be learned)

Sheer fucking will? A night of sleep? LSD? I dunno.

My family and my dream as cliched as it sounds

Weed

Blåhajar

The self-destructive voice is a liar. We do not listen to them.

gaming,developing sites,lemmy,discord,etc

Legs

Anti-depressants.

Video Games, friends and my dream of buying a sailboat someday to sail around the world.

Death being the most boring shit I can possibly imagine is pretty high on the list.

Providing for my family.

I DON'T KNOW

Whatever it was, I forgot what it was today

You're looking at it.