it is not Tuesday, January 04, 2005.

[a repeated theme.]

like everyone else, I'm just like everyone else. except I can admit it.

it's odd to think that when a person dies, life goes on for everyone else. it's worse to think it goes on at all when so many die.

I find that as a student I had things to say. now, as a guy with a job and a wallet slowly filling up, I don't. what do I say? 'gosh I had a good/bad day; look at how much/little I got done. the television is dull. I had thus and such to eat and I bought some very pleasant pens.'

NO NO NO
it
is
BORING.

stuck in a rut
stuck in a rut
stuck in a rut.


given my shrinking attention span I have to resort to very small sentences. very small words. mostly nouns. soon I shall phase out useless vowels completely nd jst wrt n cnsnnts.


what has happened to my life?

no no no don't take this the wrong way. I'm still massively happy. consider this another of my illimitable breakdowns. this one's bad: I've split up with myself.



1 very splendid and worthwhile comment(s):

Blogger Ghengis did not say:

I've noticed this too. Perhaps we should force children to work up until they are 20 something and then we can go to school.

@ 1/05/2005 03:57:00 PM  

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