Everyone else there is either twice my age or close to mine.
Once while bagging, I, in my haste, reached for a can, only to find the hand of the cashier still upon it. Poor girl had a heart attack, I think.
But alas, my after-hours are filled with drudgery.Lack of sleep drains my creative drive, and leaves me too grumpy to even play games without whining about their difficulty.
Due to this recent isolation and abstinence from 'challenging' games, I have been reduced to playing life-simulators/visual novels.
At least my digital friends are entertaining, despite causing me to slowly lose the last vestiges of both my dignity and sanity.
What's that, Spalding? You think I'm normal? Awww, thanks!