The Obscure

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Friday, January 07, 2005

 
There is only so long I can sit in one place before my loquacious fingers again get the wanderlust, and perform their dirty deeds on this here solicitor of literary prostitution.
We are moving, as you all know; but I for one, am not very good at it. My room is more trashed than usual right now, as I had to pull all kinds of things out of their places and empty places of their things all yesterday, and I was supposed to do dishes three days ago and I haven't done them yet. It is far too easy for me to get sidetracked into doing nothing, and I am growing increasingly suspicious of my brain. It is far too likely for it to be working against me. Just think about it, my brain sitting in there, with access to my memory and my laziness hormones, completely free to do whatever it wants with me; it is very possible that it could subterfuge my normal complete willingness to work, and turn it into some kind of... NON-work. It is the perfect crime.

I didn't realize how much art supplies I have. I have all these enormous easel pads and giant rolls of paper. It's great! Unfortunately it's going to be a trick getting it all out of this apartment. But... who's to know?

I really need to do dishes. Really badly.

I was thinking earlier that I could pretty easily grow my hair back out (as my strange and somewhat disturbing female counterpart is quoted to say, "Hair Grows.") but I then remembered what I looked like when I was first trying to grow my hair a few years ago. My hair isn't the kind of hair that looks good in that awkward middle stage. Nobody's is, really, but mine is far, far worse. Perhaps I would invest in a dab of hair-gel, and see if I might alleviate my ugliness in that circuitous fashion.

I've found myself unable to write for the long, extended periods of time that used to be my forte. As such, I must leave you now. I hope you enjoyed this brief glimpse into all the oddity that is John.

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