Is it bad to sit here with a PBR, some Doritos and Ben and Jerry’s Half-Baked Ice Cream at 12:36 am? Is it bad to talk to my parents about them coming to Chicago and heartily recommend that they stay in a hotel? Is it bad to spend money on things like cute underwear when I’m having trouble making rent? Is it bad to be happy that my sister dumped her boyfriend, who was too quick-tempered and fratty anyways? Is it bad to be so judgemental? Is it bad to be unsure of what I really want, out of life, other than a PBR, some Doritos, and Ben and Jerry’s Half-Baked Ice Cream? Ok, I’m lying, I know what I want to do. But anything I say out loud will turn to dust, so I’m staying quiet.