I’ve billed 60 hours this week. Every night, after I run out of fuel in the tank, I just lie in bed and buy random things on Amazon with 4–8 a.m. delivery for the next day. The anticipated dopamine hit from the fleeting satisfaction of my shallow materialism is what’s keeping me alive.
On better days, I rush into a hot shower to wash off the grime of BigLaw, change into fresh pajamas, put on my red light mask, and doomscroll until I fall asleep.
What do you do? Soliciting ideas 👯♀️