When you realize you've been working from home for so long that your office chair has officially become part of your family structure.

Every single morning it is the exact same routine. Open the laptop, stare at the screen, pretend to know what I am doing, and negotiate with myself whether I actually need to change out of my sweatpants today.

At this point, the coffee machine and I are on a first-name basis, and my productivity is entirely powered by caffeine and sheer panic. Who else is currently running purely on vibes and deadlines?