“Oh sorry, I was having a completely implausible yet utterly horrific daydream.”
I apologize for missing three of my last four scheduled updates. Part of this has to do with the fact that I’m absolutely possessed by MapleStory. How quaint. This is what I get for not building a cache of writing before declaring weekly updates.
The other and undoubtedly more significant part is that there is only one thing in the world that I’ve dwelled on enough to write about at this moment but thinking about it is exactly what I've been trying to avoid. Quite a impediment for effective writing if there ever was one. Not to mention that by sheer nature of the topic it would be terribly inappropriate and unfair to discuss in a public forum.
The wonders of technology for you in an ironic nutshell - Online journals in which you can’t truly say or write about anything you would put in a journal. Welcome to the modern age.
I would be there now yet instead I'm staring out my half open blinds at the dimly lit arc lamps encompassing the adjecent complex. The tranquility of the night is superceded by unrest, a deceptive and cruel calm, a ruthless taunt that lingers.
"You are like the light at the end of long, dark tunnel," she said as she hugged me from behind. I stood there saying nothing, I didn't know what she meant at all.
There are very few things in this world that are absolutely true. Most everything falls into a gray area of emotional or perceptual relativity. However, here is a fragment of absolute truth: The key to future happiness is experiencing hardship in the present tense. This applies to everything. Tomorrow never knows, except when it does.
Those are connected thoughts, not disparate ones. They flow from the same source.
Full update on Friday and it will be as snide as caustic and hopefully humorous as you’ve come to expect.
The other and undoubtedly more significant part is that there is only one thing in the world that I’ve dwelled on enough to write about at this moment but thinking about it is exactly what I've been trying to avoid. Quite a impediment for effective writing if there ever was one. Not to mention that by sheer nature of the topic it would be terribly inappropriate and unfair to discuss in a public forum.
The wonders of technology for you in an ironic nutshell - Online journals in which you can’t truly say or write about anything you would put in a journal. Welcome to the modern age.
I would be there now yet instead I'm staring out my half open blinds at the dimly lit arc lamps encompassing the adjecent complex. The tranquility of the night is superceded by unrest, a deceptive and cruel calm, a ruthless taunt that lingers.
"You are like the light at the end of long, dark tunnel," she said as she hugged me from behind. I stood there saying nothing, I didn't know what she meant at all.
There are very few things in this world that are absolutely true. Most everything falls into a gray area of emotional or perceptual relativity. However, here is a fragment of absolute truth: The key to future happiness is experiencing hardship in the present tense. This applies to everything. Tomorrow never knows, except when it does.
Those are connected thoughts, not disparate ones. They flow from the same source.
Full update on Friday and it will be as snide as caustic and hopefully humorous as you’ve come to expect.