There are about 151,549 different things I could be doing right now that would actually be productive and I don't feel like doing a one of them. I've shirked any semblance of responsibility I might have (which is surprisingly considerable for an "unemployed" expatriate) and dragged myself off the couch solely for water and a peanut butter sandwich and a half. I've downloaded a good deal of music, including most of The Dillinger Escape Plan's catalog. I may have a new favorite metal outfit, although they are a bit of a hard listen.
I'd make excuses for this behavior (at least I was up at 7.10 this morning, it's been a drizzling and partly miserable day, won't SOMEBODY appreciate the sheer volume of music downloaded, Mother Jones had some REALLY interesting sh*t in it) but it really doesn't solve any of the underlying motivational issues. So the bottom line remains the same: I have spent the day stealing your precious air, just sucking in air, nourishing my body with the oxygen it contains and blowing out nothing but carbon dioxide and waste gases that I cannot use effectively. I feel like I should apologize, but I won't. It wouldn't change anything anyway. I'm going to work on my other blog now. Thanks for reading! (No, you may not have the last five minutes of your life back.)
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