I find it easier to sit and stare
Bah, useless! Everything is very pointless. Everything is stupid when at about 11 at night after reading about 100 pages of Bridget Jones's Diary you decide you'll try this for yourself, just for an hour - and four pages of waffling later, you read back and it's gone from paranoia, to paranoia about the paranoia, to some conclusion you'll never keep, the reassurance of the conclusion you don't actually plan on keeping, and finally conclude with some obscure comment about your David Hasselhoff clock on your wall.
Regardless, I started writing this in a blank book I found so for the rest of the week while trying hold on to my week's resolutions I'm just going to fill the book up as some sort of experiment um, I'll make something up...something about how many 'major' thoughts go through my head in a day. Or as many as I can remember to write down.
It'll be pointless. It'll be useless. Much like everything I usually do, but I have a lot of blank lined books living around my room that I need to do something with.
Hmm something's wrong with my right ear. Feels all...hurting.
Now for something written on a scrap bit of paper in my room:
"Why did you do that?
That wasn't a piece of gum, that was my embryonic son. I was merely transporting him to the hospital for a routine prenatal checkup."
"Man, I hate the unborn"
"Me too."
...and there you have it, another exciting entry
Regardless, I started writing this in a blank book I found so for the rest of the week while trying hold on to my week's resolutions I'm just going to fill the book up as some sort of experiment um, I'll make something up...something about how many 'major' thoughts go through my head in a day. Or as many as I can remember to write down.
It'll be pointless. It'll be useless. Much like everything I usually do, but I have a lot of blank lined books living around my room that I need to do something with.
Hmm something's wrong with my right ear. Feels all...hurting.
Now for something written on a scrap bit of paper in my room:
"Why did you do that?
That wasn't a piece of gum, that was my embryonic son. I was merely transporting him to the hospital for a routine prenatal checkup."
"Man, I hate the unborn"
"Me too."
...and there you have it, another exciting entry