" Have a good time"
Yesterday it was my birthday.
I hung one more year on the line.
I should be depressed.
My life's a mess.
But I'm having a good time.

I've been loving and loving and loving.
I'm exhausted from loving so well
I should go to bed.
But a voice in my head says,
"Ah, what the hell"

I feel that very rarely have I done any work in my life. I have a good time. I'm exploring. I'm playing a game, solving puzzles, and having fun, and for some reason people have been willing to pay me for it. Officially, I was supposed to retire years ago, but retire from what? Why stop having a good time?

With jobs, as with parties, it is best to leave when you are still having a good time.

My coworkers should understand that I need to go to a party tonight — and this is just as legitimate as their kids' soccer game — because going to a party is the only way I might actually meet someone and start a family so I can have a soccer game to go to one day!