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It's hard to write about what's going on in life when nothing's happening.
I almost wish I were more prone to depression. Because this isn't depression, this is stagnation. Depression presses down on you like gravity. Stagnation just gnaws on you and slowly eats you alive while you sit there not even knowing what's going on.
I wish I could eat someone.
So what's my current setup? Oh, I just sit around my apartment playing games, reading porn, and filling applications. My fucking job decided that they were going to pull giant dick moves and suspend me from receiving any benefits even from previous claims for no good fucking reason, which I would take to court if I had the fucking money, oh but look at that.
God I just don't even care anymore. Did I ever?
Nevermind the $400 I had to drop for my roommate's phone bill because he didn't bother to check the statement.
So, yeah. That sucked.
After that I bathed my cats. Their abject misery from the experience made me feel better.
I also watched all the new episodes for all my favorite shows. Ah, Supernatural. And Korra.
I even beat another of my games! In, like, 2 weeks! That's a record for me. And it wasn't even a particularly awesome game. Just a moderately entertaining one. Ah ha, I was so depressingly over-leveled I killed one of the two final bosses with just a minute or two of hitting him with normal attacks. I spend way too much game time grinding. And I really shouldn't enjoy it so much.
I wish I was in a better head-space to write, because this is a perfect time to do it, but alas, my muse still does not come. The bitch.
Well, whatever. Maybe I'll go to the zoo this week. Just don't think about it.
I almost wish I were more prone to depression. Because this isn't depression, this is stagnation. Depression presses down on you like gravity. Stagnation just gnaws on you and slowly eats you alive while you sit there not even knowing what's going on.
I wish I could eat someone.
So what's my current setup? Oh, I just sit around my apartment playing games, reading porn, and filling applications. My fucking job decided that they were going to pull giant dick moves and suspend me from receiving any benefits even from previous claims for no good fucking reason, which I would take to court if I had the fucking money, oh but look at that.
God I just don't even care anymore. Did I ever?
Nevermind the $400 I had to drop for my roommate's phone bill because he didn't bother to check the statement.
So, yeah. That sucked.
After that I bathed my cats. Their abject misery from the experience made me feel better.
I also watched all the new episodes for all my favorite shows. Ah, Supernatural. And Korra.
I even beat another of my games! In, like, 2 weeks! That's a record for me. And it wasn't even a particularly awesome game. Just a moderately entertaining one. Ah ha, I was so depressingly over-leveled I killed one of the two final bosses with just a minute or two of hitting him with normal attacks. I spend way too much game time grinding. And I really shouldn't enjoy it so much.
I wish I was in a better head-space to write, because this is a perfect time to do it, but alas, my muse still does not come. The bitch.
Well, whatever. Maybe I'll go to the zoo this week. Just don't think about it.