Gall:
I'm tired. I should go to bed. But I don't want to go to bed, because when I do, I'll fall asleep, then I'll wake up, and another day will start. Another day I don't know what to do with.
I'm hungry. I should make some food. But I don't want to make any food, because when I do, I'll eat it, digest it, and be hungry again. Hungry and with no motivation to make any more food.
My room is dirty. I should clean it. But I don't want to clean it, because once I have, it'll be clean, but then I'll start littering it with paraphernalia again. Then it will be dirty and I'll have to clean it again.
I think I need some kind of escape, diversion, distraction. Something else than every day over and over again.
I wonder why this is in English.
I wonder why phonecalls without an errand are so hard to make.
I wonder when it's okay to lash out at your neighbours.
I wonder why I'm so work shy.
I wonder what happened to the megalomaniac who started typing stuff on this computer three years ago.
I wonder why I'm still here.
Off @ SSX3.
01 oktober 2005
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Jag tror bestämt att du har drabbats av höstblues, Daniel. Det mesta i tillvaron ter sig för ögonblicket extremt deprimerande - konstigt, egentligen. Solen skiner och skogarna är lapptäcken. Vackraste tiden på året.
Posta mer, för bövelen! Jag behöver läsa något. Vart har du tagit vägen, egentligen? Sitter du inte vid datorn längre? :)
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