Seems ridiculous, but I don't know what to do with myself.

I have, what, at least five hours before I go to sleep and I don't feel like doing anything.

This is a common occurrence with me. And it's a problem.

I just don't feel that active and I don't want to do anything I have to do. I did empty out the mailbox yesterday, which is an improvement.

And I'm doing laundry today. And I bought health insurance, which I think I've already told you about.

So I'm making some progress.

And I had a retail job interview yesterday, which I think went well, but you never know. If it did, then there will be one more interview. A third, which seems a lot for a ten dollar an hour retail job. But I'm not the one hiring. And business doesn't seem to be so great these days, I suppose they can afford to be so selective.

I'm tired of looking at the same stuff on the interweb.

Sure, I can watch some movies or tv on netflix, but what if I only want to spend a cigarette on the web?

I'm bored because I set the alarm and woke up at six thirty this morning. Even though it's Saturday. Because I think that sleeping so much as I have the last few weeks actually makes me more lethargic. That wasn't the case yesterday when I was running on five hours of sleep.

I guess it turns out I'm not as good at wasting time as I used to be.

bored

I've decided to take today off from work. Seems to go better the earlier I start.

I don't know, just not into it. And when you're working for yourself, it's easy to give yourself a day off.

So bored. Don't know what to do with myself.

I wish I felt inspired to write something, but I don't.

No reading, no writing make Coward go crazy.

lola, siento

i feel like i'm boring, which i no doubt am.

failing, as it were.

this space left intentionally blank.

borred

well, have to exist. work looking better and better.

that's the way these days. socializing, which i don't feel like doing, and working. it's looking good.

life--why do i have to be so pathetic.

Days of Rage

Days of Rage

It's just been one thing after another.
These have been days of rage.
Brother.

I've lost so many friends and loves.
Paring it down to the divine core, the
love that passeth understanding. The
unbought grace of life for this sinner.

and peace be with you as with me as
we strive to make this hellish fallen
world into very heaven.

But more than anything
i'm bored with this life.

i'm borred

you'd think, after all that's happened lately, i'd like a little free time.

but i'm borred. some small part of me must have enjoyed it.

so borring these days

well. another day, another dollar.

work was fine. didn't do shit.

took my spanish exam. seemed easy, but know i mixed up the perfect and the preterite. well. can't win them all. and the nice thing about the romanticists (linguistically speaking), they don't know the difference between tense and aspect. it's all past to them.

so maybe it will be ok. if not, then i'll look at tense and take it again. because that was the only thing tripping me up.

else, all is well.

so borred

don't quit know what to do with myself.

best clean and shelve. so many books.

haven't seen my little friends in a while--the roommates, cockroaches.

now, don't be like that. almost every place i've lived, since home, has had them.

the joys of student life.

knowing you're never alone.

Untitled

I'm.. well, under the influence.

And frustrated that i can't do something as simple as post.

on the new site.

maybe when i'm not drunk.

dunno, feel like things have been boring lately.

well, guess that means less drama.

more organization!

Almost out of here

I'm supposed to be here for another twenty five minutes...but I'm leaving in 10.

Bored at Work

Yeah, I probably new this was going to happen.

Doing nothing leads to boredom. But that's no reason why I should do things associated with my job!

I've got some david allen audio--maybe digitize some notes and listen to the master. Though, i find (and probably could predicted that) it's not as jam-packed as GTD.

Well, what are you going to do. Still, there are scraps there which make the filtering worth while.

Yet, boy is the interweb full of crap.

On a totally unrelated note, I've been thinking about the tone of this blog.

At first, I wanted it to sound more like the blogs I admire.

But then, thinking about it, the pseudo--personal style of these things began to bother me, especially when I though about writing that way.

And although I had problems at first writing such personal stuff, I've since made some peace with it. I figure, if you don't like it, don't read it.

And there's more than enough non-personal stuff here--whether or not it's helpful, well, that's another issue.

And I like that posts tend to vary in length. Sometimes, all you want is a sentence, and other times, the whole loaf.