It’s a cloudy, chilly, gray Autumn day. Just the way I like it. I find it unnatural to have the mercury reach 72 degrees in November. I find it even more unnatural to be playing with mercury. Where did I get it?
Recently, my work has had the dubious power of sapping my creativity. After a long day of doing things (I have become a professional thing-doer by trade), I have the utmost difficulty writing anything even remotely funny or entertaining. I resent that about my job, but since it pays infinitely more than my writing hobby (Wait, that’s multiplying by 0, isn’t it?), I guess I shouldn’t complain. But complaining happens to be my second job…
There’s a marathon in New York City today. I never understood long-distance running. You and train and train for months in order to experience the thrill of losing your toenails and having your nipples fall off due to nipple-friction. AND YOU DON’T EVEN WIN!I have always been of the mind that if I were ever to lose both my toenails and my nipples, I should win something.
My martial arts training is going swimmingly. That’s because I train in a pool. But on a more serious (and dry) note, I still don’t seem to know what I am doing, but I’ve been told that I am getting better at doing it. I think that’s some kind of Zen bullsh*t right there. Just like the idea that in order to experience a richer life through martial arts, I have to pay a lot of money. I bet some Zen monks are having a big laugh over that.
And lastly, over the past 3 years, I have participated in that NaNoWriMoGitMoLarCurlyMo thing. You can read that stupidity over here, if you wish. I think I’m skipping this year so that I can concentrate on my newest hobby: lamenting the fact that I am not writing as much as before.
Thanks for playing, folks.