either way, I'm sitting like a blob.
Unmotivated. Dismotivated?
Either way, I'm eating porridge rather than go into the museum to catalogue my collection. It's boring. I'd rather.. fart around on the computer/finish my book/finish my laundry/go toboganning/fly to Cuba than go in. The fact is, is that I can look at only so many dirty crudware potsherds before I go bonkers. Instead I am looking at stock photos of nudes and wondering if I could justify signing up to the site to get the photos so I can paint people. And jellyfish. I want to paint jellyfish. And god, for a stock photo site, why is there so much soft porn?! Painting a guy with a santa hat over his thang just doesn't appeal to my inner sense of beauty.
Dismotivation (unmotivation?) also screwed me over since I just submitted a lacklustre resume to the government for the job I'm currently a contract worker in. I don't really want the job. It's boring too. Pushing paper isn't any good unless I can solve some problems or do some actual work rather than just... push paper. It's deadly. I got a papercut the other day the size of the Grand Canyon, or a second alien mouth (depending on your point of view).
Anyway, we all have to do things that we dislike doing. Whether that task is dishes or bringing home the bacon, it must get done otherwise you will end up rooming with fruit flies and eating mushy cucumbers scavenged from dumpsters. And I must get off my shapely behind and go to the museum so I can suck up and get a good job/get a good reference.
But still. MMmmmmmm. Porridge.
Either way, I'm eating porridge rather than go into the museum to catalogue my collection. It's boring. I'd rather.. fart around on the computer/finish my book/finish my laundry/go toboganning/fly to Cuba than go in. The fact is, is that I can look at only so many dirty crudware potsherds before I go bonkers. Instead I am looking at stock photos of nudes and wondering if I could justify signing up to the site to get the photos so I can paint people. And jellyfish. I want to paint jellyfish. And god, for a stock photo site, why is there so much soft porn?! Painting a guy with a santa hat over his thang just doesn't appeal to my inner sense of beauty.
Dismotivation (unmotivation?) also screwed me over since I just submitted a lacklustre resume to the government for the job I'm currently a contract worker in. I don't really want the job. It's boring too. Pushing paper isn't any good unless I can solve some problems or do some actual work rather than just... push paper. It's deadly. I got a papercut the other day the size of the Grand Canyon, or a second alien mouth (depending on your point of view).
Anyway, we all have to do things that we dislike doing. Whether that task is dishes or bringing home the bacon, it must get done otherwise you will end up rooming with fruit flies and eating mushy cucumbers scavenged from dumpsters. And I must get off my shapely behind and go to the museum so I can suck up and get a good job/get a good reference.
But still. MMmmmmmm. Porridge.