A Fever Dream is Not as Great as it Seems
I should learn how to do productive things with my time. No one wants a paper airplane that doesn't fly, no matter how pretty it is. I need to read again. I need to remember how to learn. I've been going to bed too late, and sleeping too late, but that's not what I want to change. Someone broke a faucet in the bathroom, all I can think about is how ater has been pouring out of it for almost a day now. I tried to fix it but couldn't. I passed my health and safety inspection, it's a good thing that I hid all of those cinderblocks. It is 5:30 in the evening, I'm sitting in my chair, dressed, but still wrapped in a blanket. I have yet to do anything productive today. I am now working on lines for a scene that I never wanted to do in the first place. These entries always look big when they're in my head, and when I'm writing them out. Then I view the finished product and it's the most abrupt message I have ever seen. I hate 24 hour time. I need a change. I need to be able to play a musical instrument. I need to be able to make something that I'm proud of. I will end a sentence with a preposition if I fucking feel like it. I need to know more about some things and less about others. If I could think of a way to make this entry longer, I would.