My RSS reader has over a thousand unread items. I can't seem to keep it clear. People say things to me on Facebook. I get around to replying sometimes. Sometimes I don't. My desk is covered in paper and junk again. I feel like I am ready to disregard the outside world--ostensibly, even as I write this blog post for the outside world. I'd like to drop everything and go live on an island. I suppose this is a fairly common sentiment. The weather is nicer. Providing the island is tropical, anyway. Some island off the coast of Maine might not be as pleasant in that category. But in its isolation, perhaps that would be even closer to the ideal I seek. I don't mean this to come off in some depressed-sounding way. I am not looking to jump into the ocean and say fuck all to humanity. I just want to hang out with island people. And live on island time. And without technology. Or without too much technology. I mean, I do enjoy indoor plumbing, heat/air, gas stoves, electric lights, cable television, high-speed...fuck. I could rant all day about getting away from it all, but I am still hooked to this goddamn cable modem, and if you took me away from it, I might go into DTs, even in spite of the fact that lately I have let it slide.
Soon, I will go to work and sit in front of a computer for eight hours. And the fulfillment I get from that, you could fit on the point of a pin. So that's likely the source of my desire to escape. Hooray for the holidays.
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