Chaos ensued....
Here I sit, 6 am... not happy. Look at me, writing a real blog journal entry. Look at me, bleeding academic blood. The monitor, in its wonders, now begins to morph. Really, I can see gentle waves of white. The Nyquil takes effect I assume. Reneage plays on my radio. I think about how I could format it. I didn't wake up at 6 am keep in mind. I have eaten but a half a piece of chicken and some pizza in the last 24 hours. I haven't slept and don't think I can. I don't want to - or do I? Let's make it clear that I'm not writing this for purpose of appearing to be busy. I cherish the times when I can think about the true symbolism of Alex P. Keaton's love of Ron Reagan. My vision is blurred as they say, both lierally and symbolically of course. Let's just get to the point:
1) What are the conditions for quitting?
2) What are the feelings on failure these days?
3) What are the overall options?
I'm in a real fucking bind here....
1) What are the conditions for quitting?
2) What are the feelings on failure these days?
3) What are the overall options?
I'm in a real fucking bind here....
posted by fiestawizard at 5:50 AM
1 Comments:
KEEP GOING!!!! Even if you're going in a new direction, one that involves driving to a hotel room in Chicago and choosing to live there for a few months while you "blow off some steam" and just ride the el-train around all day long.
I am a day late and a dollar or two short. On this post. Hopefully you understand.
Also Nyquil is not your friend. Nor is alcohol. Avoid both. There are better, safer, more effective, chemicals to induce RESTFUL and restorative sleep.
Coffee seems like your friend, but it's only sort of a friend.
Fresh non-fried protein-containing foods ARE your friends. Use them wisely.
Keaton paid dearly for his Reaganism. Reagan died a slow death of Alzheimers and the rest is even sadder.
You can always call me, because, as a robot, I am always "on."
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