The horror the horror.

Hour after hour of bimbling about with piles of scraps of crumpled paper, what a way to pass the time. All day, and I'm not sure I'm any further ahead than I was at 9am. Gah.
I've put myself through decades of this punishment, and meanwhile the grown ups head off to work to their proper jobs, none of this faff. Is it really worth it? (Yes.)