Apathy
This blog is a pain in the arse. Now I’ve started I constantly berate myself for not updating it with more regularity. I’m wracked with guilt for not writing limitless new entries each week. I’m sure every other ‘blogger’ out there has greater self-discipline than me. Churning out reams of stimulating musings on a daily basis. Not me. Take the past few weeks for example. Pitiful. Three new postings in as many weeks. How lame is that?
Right now. This very second. I’m forcing myself to write every word. It’s painful. You know when you’re running on a treadmill and every being in your body is screaming… STOP. That’s me now. I’m running out of breath. My lungs are fit to burst. My legs are turning to jelly. I need to dig deep. There must be some reserve strength to continue. There must be. Surely…
Fuck this. I’m off.
Byeeeeeeeee
