Being in servitude isn't all bad
I'm really not a fan of day jobs at all. In fact, I detest them with every aspect of my being. That said, it's more pleasant to just get up, go to work and be done with it, than it is to be both broke and yelled at for being unemployed. I consider the yelling bit to be more important than the money, since I like not being hassled. Sure, I could curse society and they're backwards, luddite, puritanical ways, but that's another rant.

On the plus side at least, having day job basically lets you say "Ok, for the next eight hours, I do this." That is also a nice relief on the brain, since having something to focus on helps the day plod by. Except, of course, then you can't, don't and doesn't, respectively. Nothing worse than being stuck at work and being aimless.

For the record, the Grand and Toy Roundedge Medium pen (No. 99204) is exquisitely balanced for pen-twirling. Also, it writes nice.  ¶ 5:22 p.m.