“I, the spooky ghost writer, among other names, want this published before Halloween. Sara drafted the idea a while ago, but hadn’t published it, so I was all, ‘Quote. Make it a direct comment. Lazy bitch. Quote.’ Happy Pre-Halloween. Trick or Treat! You sad fucks, you!”

(The ghost writer is rude, yet convincing. And so…)

You’re always wasting your time. You could always be doing something better. And you could always be doing something worse. And more than that, you could always be more productive. At either.

Yet, it doesn’t really matter, because how you choose to spend your time is how you choose to spend your time. Who really cares if it’s wasted?