Well, everything is different now. All previous goals and aspirations have been tossed out the window. If I'm not living as flawlessly as this capybara is living by Monday, life might as well be considered a failure.
How this capybara got to this point, I don't know. I do know that I'm super jelz, though. Dude had an itch under his nose and it was immediately attended to by three monkeys. THREE. I can barely get three people to do anything for me, let alone scratch my nose. How much of a nerd am I that I decided to "work/make an honest living" instead of deciding to become a capybara? My priorities are all sorts of fucked up right now.
I can't stress how wack it is that I have to scratch my own nose after seeing this picture.