I sit in my room all alone, surrounded by toy guns, some furry drawings I've made a while back, and a couple of musical instruments, contemplating what I should do today, I stare at the clock, look around the room, glance at the closed door debating if I should find something to eat, but nothing comes to mind. My room is quite cold and the fan blowing gently in my face keeps it that way. After a while I decide to stand up and open the door in a passive-aggressive manner, walking towards the kitchen while wearing sunglasses indoors like a weirdo, I pray to nobody in particular that there's Hot Pockets in the fridge and thankfully there is, I place the Hot Pockets in the microwave shortly after taking them out of their wrapper, setting the time and watching the microwave spin them around, waiting impatiently, not even bothering to see if I'm home alone.