Well, it's no surprise to me that after I went to all the trouble setting up this blog (picking out a template and changing the font from sans-serif to serif took a lot of careful consideration) and then writing that cheerless post yesterday that I am only three pages into the real work. It sort of makes this whole blogging project look like one of those documentaries about all the things that went wrong with something. The dark part of every episode of Behind the Music, where the drummer from Def Leppard loses his arm, or Nikki Sixx dies and is revived just to go home and shoot more heroin, or when Ozzy snorts ants.
If only my life were more like Ozzy snorting ants. All I'm doing is wasting time with stupid things like looking for a job and spying on people on Facebook. This takes us back to attention span, I suppose. I can drum up the energy to blather on here about myself for a couple hundred words, but without any meaningful deadline, I'm at a loss to complete some good work. Day Two, and this already seems like a bad idea. How does one keep the writing going without an arbitrary grading system attached to it?
I guess I could grade myself. D-minus-minus.
I should finish reading this novel that I've been toting around tonight. Maybe I'll write something about it.
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