Stressed. Tired. Bored. Overwhelmed. Fed up in general. My list of things to do is terrfying because everything on there is potentially life-changing. Depressing to note that in modern times you're supposed to hire someone to listen to and to nurture you. You're supposed to find yourself a stranger who wears sedate pant suits and is practiced at making concerned eyecontact and knows when to make the right noises at the right time. A degree-holding, nice enough sort who places the box of Kleenex beside the synthetic leather armchair in an ominous fashion. Hard to imagine poor blue humans from yesteryear taking two buses to get themselves some of that. Boo hiss modern times.