A Few Random Thoughts
It's totally nap time or something along those lines. Maybe video game time.
However, I haven't written in like one whole day, so I'm starting to feel antzy.
As it turns out, Dexter is a pansy. He and I tussled for a good minute or two before he defaulted to running away.
Besides that, not much. Work is good. Obviously, I would rather be dubstep dancing every day or cyborg pirate pillaging every day or—let's be honest—making babies every day. But work is good. Writing is a work in progress. My masterpiece will be unfathomably amazing!, but I have to write at least two books before then. My coworkers are amazing. I'm always tired (but that's almost 100% my fault). I am more and more contemplating joining a gym—not even a Pokemon gym but a real, live physical fitness gym. I know, I know: I've fallen to a pitiable state, but I really would totally dig being muscular again. Not today. Today, I'll probably take a nice, refreshing nap. I'm definitely not going to play the guitar. I already brushed my teeth. I had a glass of water; I have two more waiting for me.
I need to write a million things. I probably write two things per week. It will take almost 10,000 years to write enough. Luckily, I have eternity before me, but I really was hoping to monetize my literature before switching into eternity. Sigh. Time is a funny thing. I suppose I can start with writing a few hundred things.
For now, however, I really am going to be lazy.
You should probably take a nap too.
However, I haven't written in like one whole day, so I'm starting to feel antzy.
As it turns out, Dexter is a pansy. He and I tussled for a good minute or two before he defaulted to running away.
Besides that, not much. Work is good. Obviously, I would rather be dubstep dancing every day or cyborg pirate pillaging every day or—let's be honest—making babies every day. But work is good. Writing is a work in progress. My masterpiece will be unfathomably amazing!, but I have to write at least two books before then. My coworkers are amazing. I'm always tired (but that's almost 100% my fault). I am more and more contemplating joining a gym—not even a Pokemon gym but a real, live physical fitness gym. I know, I know: I've fallen to a pitiable state, but I really would totally dig being muscular again. Not today. Today, I'll probably take a nice, refreshing nap. I'm definitely not going to play the guitar. I already brushed my teeth. I had a glass of water; I have two more waiting for me.
I need to write a million things. I probably write two things per week. It will take almost 10,000 years to write enough. Luckily, I have eternity before me, but I really was hoping to monetize my literature before switching into eternity. Sigh. Time is a funny thing. I suppose I can start with writing a few hundred things.
For now, however, I really am going to be lazy.
You should probably take a nap too.
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