I need to start turning some of this catharsis into a respectable legal essay sometime today anyway. I deserve an award in the ninja art of procrastination. 14 days turned into 6 days turned into fucking hell I've got 2 days to write six THOUSAND words. Which doesn't seem so bad in the sense that I can pull two thousand words out of my ass no sweat for the various misuses of the internet I subscribe to AND almost as easily manufacture page upon page of chapters of a book that, if I keep deleting the way I do, will never see light of day until I'm six feet under.
But cutting out the snark is potentially an issue. I'm 99 percent snark. Take that away and you most certainly do not have a billionaire genius playboy philanthropist.
Sorry. Excited for the Avengers.
And procrastinating, again.
There needs to be some sort of manufactured essence of motivation that can be bottled and sold to the hapless masses. I'd buy it.
Off to attempt work I suppose. Just felt oddly chatty today. For one way convo's with the internet anyway. Heaven help any one who tries to talk to me IRL.
Ja ne.
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