I'm slowly and against my will, coming to terms with my relationship between my brain and the clock and I'm thinking that it must be love. It's alot like normal relationships...or atleast the ones I have been in, which I'm not sure in that case, you can consider normal at all. It's almost like they rely on one another and work in synch and cancel each other out, excite each other, let each other down, play evil tricks, make each other sad or mad or happy, while every so often either cutting each other a little break OR trying to determine what to cut each other with! I have to take the position that this job is better suited for,, say....a news anchor...or someone that will remain emotionally stable going through these up and downs everyday, like "clockwork". Ha! Pun intended.
In trying to look at the bright side, or the light coming from the window I want to jump out of about this time everyday...I realize that atleast there is live streaming lyrical, musical amphetamines to keep my eyes from completely closing or to keep drool from painting my desk. Atleast the procrastination from doing real work is giving me the inspiration to write and not neglect this task or "new idea" like alot of the others I so easily and unfortunately betray.
::small pause to check FB recent updates for the 532nd time today, JUST to be sure that nothing drastic or life threatening happened while I was away for 3 minutes::
Whew. Nothing.
What to do now....hmmmm?!!!??
Tick....tock. La la la, Do do do, la mi so fa so la ti doe! A deer! A d-e-e-r, A do do....a.d.d.? Oh yeah, I have that.
Maybe I will play more "Spent" and stop complaining while millions of Americans are actually struggling and do not even have a job or work to complain about. Oh wow, well now I feel like poopy. I better donate $10 or post the link for you to play.
http://playspent.org/
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