Futile.. Futile... ?

I'm really pig-like. I can't remember anything else except for sleeping and reacting to the open mobilisation earlier on.
This brings me to recall what my confused and dying-to-do-something friend always whines about, " *frustrated sigh* I haven't done anything yesterday ! My friends all not free to accompany me........................................................... got girl to intro or not ? ".

It's a mix of jest and desperation for that. He seems so placid listening to love stories articulated out of 93.3 FM. I reckon he's integrating the storyline into a utopian daydream. Haha.

I've also been affected by his shout-outs on the mundane and routine life we similarly have. But how much can you do in 24 hours ? How much excitement and joy makes your day fulfilling ?
Perhaps his yearning for a partner has enshrouded the minute, maybe even meaningful details of each day. What's the best way to live ?