Your daily update of Meh.
11:06pm on a Friday night.
I am bored, restless, frustrated and blah.
I'm craving some rum but it feels too early to start that. Once I start getting drunk that will be the end of anything even remotely productive.
But what the fuck is there to even do?
I'm stuck in the post-Hallowe'en lull of having no costume to work on, no projects to tinker with and nothing to really pay attention to.
The weather has turned rather predictably english on us all, with gale force winds and torrential rain putting a rather soggy end to all of my exercise plans. My only working pair of headphones will die if exposed to rain so in this kind of downpour we've been having lately I can't even fucking walk home.
This week has been kind of taking it's toll on me..
I seem to be sinking into a kind of a reluctant apathy. Everything seems so predicatable and routine. The clocks tick and the machine clacks around spinning the same wheels around the same cycles and pushing the same little mechanisms into place over and over, day after day.
Even the small moments of chaos seem contrived, pre-scripted, safe.
I think thats why I'm purposefully drawing out this business of reading Entropy. Wanting it to last that little bit longer. But I think now it's time to push on and get to the new stuff.
Just wish I didn't have to read chapter 40 next.. That one always turns my stomach in knots.
I wonder why I found chapter 41 - full of torture and murder - so much easier to deal with than number 40's actual human emotions?
Sigh.
I am bored, restless, frustrated and blah.
I'm craving some rum but it feels too early to start that. Once I start getting drunk that will be the end of anything even remotely productive.
But what the fuck is there to even do?
I'm stuck in the post-Hallowe'en lull of having no costume to work on, no projects to tinker with and nothing to really pay attention to.
The weather has turned rather predictably english on us all, with gale force winds and torrential rain putting a rather soggy end to all of my exercise plans. My only working pair of headphones will die if exposed to rain so in this kind of downpour we've been having lately I can't even fucking walk home.
This week has been kind of taking it's toll on me..
I seem to be sinking into a kind of a reluctant apathy. Everything seems so predicatable and routine. The clocks tick and the machine clacks around spinning the same wheels around the same cycles and pushing the same little mechanisms into place over and over, day after day.
Even the small moments of chaos seem contrived, pre-scripted, safe.
I think thats why I'm purposefully drawing out this business of reading Entropy. Wanting it to last that little bit longer. But I think now it's time to push on and get to the new stuff.
Just wish I didn't have to read chapter 40 next.. That one always turns my stomach in knots.
I wonder why I found chapter 41 - full of torture and murder - so much easier to deal with than number 40's actual human emotions?
Sigh.