I hate when I feel all unmotivated and stuff. Even worse than that I hate when I use terminology such as preceeding words with "all" as a method to explain that I am "very". Accompanying that is when I use "and stuff" as a substitute for being able to identify the other thing I wanted to include into the equation. Because when I talk like this I sound like Tim back in 2002. Just jokes my friend (Happy Bday by the way). Welcome to the old man's club. Oh no wait - - - wait - - - wait for it - - - yeah that's right - - - there it was - - - that was Smiles coughing as he realized he hit the big 30. Whoa - sidetracked.
Yeah so this weird melancholy is settling over my activities. I'm starting to want to call into work sick and I'm not enthused (not a word - can't be) to really do anything because of two reasons. 1) If I want to do anything at this point I want to do it be myself. 2) That melancholy lazy thing only provides me the ability to play poker, dip Skoal, watch "Lost" (which isnt half bad BTW - no wait - it's bad - but it's also Wednesday and that means pre-West Wing food TV).
FUCK - sidetracked - AGAIN!
So yeah alone and tired. Well I mean not really, I guess I just like being pushed into corners and being given ultimatums or challenges because that's what makes things fun. Hitting deadlines is fun. Being the guy taking the penalty kick that will tie the game (not to win the game because winning the game is easy but tying is a motherfucker). You know what I need? I need a good new CD. I need a new DVD player. I might even need some medicinal marijuana so I can sit around and crochet my ass into my office chair whilst I try to catch trip 3's on the river in front of a 50 dollar pot.
I don't know where this post went. So let's do some stream of consciousness fact checking stuff.
My posts are really personal.
My posts are mostly about me.
People sort of want to read about you for maybe 2 weeks then they smarten up and realize you are insane.
I like music.
I can't play music.
Everyone I read writes a hell of a good bit better than I do.
Doug sucks because everyday I go to his blog and everyday I get nothing.
Tim DOES have a foundation and SHOULD be slaying MC's (it's going to be fun to watch).
I need to stop wearing the same pants 4 or 5 days in a row.
Even though Mirel called me yesterday, I am not calling her back.
I would like to go and visit Craig.
Oliver needs to write about something important.
Fur is a better writer than I am.
People people people people people.
Mark Harp, the guy who started really getting Hamden's light show on the map died on Xmas Eve. He got a eulogy in the City Paper.
I like to write with red pens.
My job is hard.
My clothes are getting shabby.
I should shave more than twice a week.
Where should I move to?
February is the worst month.
January is ok but it seems to fly by not like December though which always seems to take forever.
Dell has a shitty logo.
Ok that's enough for now. That sort of got my juices flowing. Enough for me to, ugh I guess, start work.