Alarm clock rings. Drag yourself out of bed. Spend an hour or so driving to work, praying not to be killed by assholes on the road. After at least eight horrible hours at work, risk being murdered again for an hour driving home. Get home. Too tired for any fun. Forgotten what "fun" is, anyhow, because you're already dreading tomorrow. Go to bed. Start it all over again. Goes on forever. What's the point?