Today's entry: I woke up this morning thinking I was a chicken.
I know, I know, it's a classic symptom. But seriously, have you ever felt like you're just winging it through life? Like, what's the real reason for all this? The universe, the meaning of it all, the purpose...?
I'm not saying I'm a chicken, but... actually, yes, that's exactly what I'm saying. It's all just a bit of a fowl mess.
On the bright side, it's a great excuse for not getting out of bed. "Sorry, boss, I'm running on chicken time today."
So, what's the countermeasure for this particular deficit? How do I, a self-doubting chicken, overcome my existential dread?
Check out our latest self-help pamphlets! Or, you know, just wing it.