I am cultivating a Zen state of aimlessness to fight off my feverish disappointment with life. As the single most boring person who ever lived, I pass my time accordingly: working and sleeping and losing my keys. I work nights. I drink coffee. I eat ramen noodles with Italian dressing.
And for some reason, mostly to do with my love for endless varieties of customizable options, find it necessary to vindicate my bland existence by publishing the most boring details to millions of largely unconcerned viewers.