Sup Forums, what are you doing? It's 4 o clock in the morning

Sup Forums, what are you doing? It's 4 o clock in the morning.

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Making chocolate pudding

Trying to get Skyrim to stop crashing.
I just wanna run around as my big butt avatar and not play for a year again, is that so much to ask?

TOO FUCKING SLOW FAGGOT

I was about to post my own because I thought nobody would do it.

it's hard to find reasons to keep on living. i'm slowly coming to hate the only people who care about me, who i thought i was staying alive for.

posting epic meemees

The capacity effect.


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going to bed

Lying on my bed watching tv with my gf. It's freezing and we don't have any heat in our apartment.

It's 3 a.m. here but I am at work. Plan on playing more MGS when I get home.

On the train tracks waiting for a train to come

im video gaming, what else?
>what are you doing

-q

Why was Angelica even awake at 4 in the morning.

> tfw you slowly start to realize you're the only one putting effort in keeping the relationship interesting, fun and spontaneous

It hurts, I wish my partner would do more stuff to keep the relationship alive and well, I'm burning out because of that... I don't wanna become a pathetic and emotionally numb because of it.

She was sick or had a broken leg. I can't remember.

her leg was broken

>I just wanna run around as my big butt avatar
Any good mods like this?

Im drinking whisky wiyh an uncle and aunt simce 12:00.

shits cash yo

i stillbwant to play videohames thougj

That explains why Stu would humor her request. It doesn't explain why she was awake in the first place. She's what, 3 years old? Even if she wanted to stay up that late she'd probably just end up falling asleep.

i stay up late every night out of some general protest but with no one to tell you to come to bed it's not really a contest

But it's 4 in the morning. Why on earth would you be making chocolate pudding.

recovering from sickness I had all yesterday
Christ I'm starving.

It's only 1:10 here in the best coast.

we're the last ones to get 2017 bro

Hawaii

>best coast
>full of mexicans jews and gays
far from it

Dump her stupid ass. I've been in the exact same spot and I can tell you it will only get worse. Once she is accustomed to being a leech and taking you for granted she will only continue to take and take while you keep dying on the inside.

its 4:20 but im low on weed cuz im an unabshed hedonist.

i havent played shit in weeks, i dont even feel like looking for something to play. its brutal

Trying to regain interest in Ergo Proxy. It started out good but now it's gotten stale. Maybe I should just drop it and start Champloo.

My bf dumped me on friday for being too caring and attentive, said he wanted to fuck strangers without attachment. Guess Sup Forums was right about fags being degenerates

>gf ditched me for new year's second year in a row
>make a massive pot of spaghetti
>eat an entire box of meatballs
>jack off to futa draenei for 40 minutes

Just came back from a party and trying to decompress. Give me them (you)s before I pass out, onegai.

Sitting in bed ; its 12pm and I'm recovering after last night

^ (You) ^

>gf ditched me for new year's second year in a row
>second year in a row

why are you still dating this cunt?

(You)

got tired and went to bed around 1 AM
woke up now, couldn't fall back asleep and had a bunch of stress dreams

Because I lost control of my life

been asking myself that lately

you don't need that kind of disrespect in your life senpai

Once upon a 4 AM dreary, I stared at my monitor, weak and weary,
Scrolling through some shitty bait thread of forgotten lore —
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of footsteps boldly tapping, stepping through my bedroom door.
“’Tis Angelica,” I muttered, "waking me at the hour of 4 —
Only this and nothing more.”

Ah, distinctly I recall, in the spring and in the fall;
Each night by sagging eyelids gast their gaze upon a 4.
I no longer feel shock or sorrow — I often stay awake into tomorrow,
browsing Sup Forums since the night before.
For they say you cannot leave it until the clock reaches four —
You are here for evermore.

And the childish, sad, uncertain baiting of each shitty post
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic feels never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I sat repeating
“’Tis Angelica entreating entrance at my bedroom door—
Some pudding-starved visitor entreating entrance at my bedroom door;—
This it is and nothing more.”

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Angelica,” said I, “truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was browsing, and Sup Forums is quite arousing,
I could not hear you carousing, pounding at my bedroom door;
so what is it you want,” — here I opened wide the door;—
"Chocolate pudding," and nothing more.

Deep into that saucepan peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, feeling feels no mortal ever dared to feel before;
But Angelica had spoken, and the pudding mix I opened,
And the wall clock gave no token, but the dreaded hour of 4.
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the hour "Four!" —
Merely this and nothing more.

Pudding on the stovetop stirring, flame low to prevent it burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping, somewhat louder than before.
“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at the kitchen door;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
’Tis my wife and nothing more!”

Open here she flung the gate, when, at quite a sluggish rate,
In here stepped a sleepy Didi, slogging through the kitchen door;
Not the least bit of fuss made she; but a minute stopped or stayed she;
Yea, this sleep-deprived lady, standing at the kitchen door—
Standing in the blue-painted doorway framing 'round the kitchen door—
She spied the clock, the hour four.

Then this red-haired woman, without a hello, stood upon the tile yellow,
Sought to distract me from my pudding - brand Jello - a sleepy countenance she wore,
“'Tis four o' clock in the morning,” she said, wondering, imploring;
"Why are you still awake at this ungodly hour of four?
Tell me why you are still awake at the morning hour of four.”
This she asked, and nothing more.

Much I marvelled this unsightly Didi to ask of me so suddnely,
Though her question little meaning—little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was cursed with seeing Angelica outside his bedroom door—
Demanding chocolate pudding just inside his bedroom door,
I obey her evermore.

But the Didi, standing lonely in the kitchen door, asked only
That one question, as if her soul in that one phrase she did outpour.
Nothing farther then she uttered—not another word she sputtered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered "Making chocolate pudding,"
That is plainly what I stated, my reply a bit belated,
Just that and nothing more.

Went to a barcade instead of staying home for New Years.

Most interesting game I played was probably Die Hard: Arcade. I've heard it was one of the first games with QTEs and it felt great to hit that shit correctly.

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so plainly spoken,
"But,” said Didi, "I know now why you walk awakened at the hour of 4,
But I cannot quite yet grasp why you still perform this task,
This task of making pudding seems like quite a chore—
For what purpose do you make chocolate pudding at the hour of 4?"
She asked this, and nothing more.

But in my mind Angelica was glaring, into the pudding I was staring,
The void reflected scaring, my hand to stir the spoon back and fore;
Then, into the chocolate sinking, I felt my feeble mind a-linking
Fancy unto fancy, and into my consciousness a single question tore —
Why am I awake at Four, and when will I find rest?
The pudding bubbled: “Nevermore.”

And so I sighed my mouth agape, like a sleepy, hairless ape,
To the woman whose fiery hair now burned into my bosom’s core;
My lung's breath I had trouble finding, over the stove my head reclining
The smell of chocolate, for which Angelica's pining, permeates my core,
The pot which I'm stirring, forever slaving o’er,
I shall escape, nevermore!

Then, methought, my mind had quickened, maybe a bit, or just a smidgen,
Enough to provoke an answer to Didi's question from before.
“Because,” I croaked, “I have lost control," I said, my heart suddenly outpoured;
"I've lost control," I said, with no great joy, but a heavy heart I bore;
"I've lost control of my life, I have lost it evermore."
Only that and nothing more.

I've lost control of my life;
I have lost it evermore.

I just stopped playing Bloodborne.

F

Im capping this more for myself than for others, but just in case anyone else wants it.

How do I regulate my sleep?
My sleep cycles are fucked, should I try to sleep or shoud I just endure so I can sleep tomorrow at a normal hour?
I'm tired of this shit.

>mfw waking up at 2 doesn't even phase me anymore
>cannot go to sleep until 4 AM
>term starts in a week

It's 10am and I'm waking up with a hangover. I'm going to play something shit and simple like FTL or something to take my mind off it.

Just hacked my 3ds, and holy shit, this takes a lot of time. Not just hacking it, but installing games. SSB took about 30 mins to install. I don't want to know how much Hyrule Warrior and MHGen will take.

I wake up at 4pm most days and lay in bed wishing I was dead until around 6. I eat some pizza and play videogames until 9am. 4am threads happen in the middle of my fucking day. I have completely lost control of my life. Failed out of college, dead end job, girlfriend left me.

maybe 2017 will be better. I believe in you bros. I'd apologize for the blogpost but I'm starting to think self-hate and crippling depression are more videogames related than anyone would like to admit. Like there is some kind of inability to be satisfied with anything that correlates with playing vidya like we've rotted the reward centers in our brains.

Fuck off Burgerclap.
Americans are the worst shitposters on this site.

Y-you have a job?
Boy, I wish I had your life.

Yea dude, pizza delivery. It's fun. I get to listen to music and drive. I recommend hitting up a local pizza place, they go through workers like endlessly but rarely bother putting wanted signs up. You'll probably make some excuse though. So many people on here make so many excuses for why they can't get a job. "muh social anxiety". I had that too but working helped me get over a lot of it.

If you wanted advice on how to get a "real" job sorry, I'm just as lost as you are on that front.

P.S. women are incapable of love and will always chase the most financially secure man available to them. This is extremely valuable information so don't waste it

Help me, Sup Forums.
How do I regain control of my life?

I have an idea on how to get a job, but my current situation is FUCK I NEED MONEY RIGHT GODDAMN NOW FUUUUUCK

This is amazing

You can't regain something you never had.

Came home from spending new years with friends, and im watching space ghost coast to coast on youtube.

Debating whether to try to sleep or stay up and play resident evil 4 until the NFL game comes on