I’ve got to say, I just suck as far as writing is concerned lately. I rarely feel like doing it. It sucks how muh time I spend at work thinking, I wish I was home writing, or something, but when I’m here, all I feel like doing is wasting time and feeling bad that I have to go back to work. I watch way more television. I sit at the computer and just randomly look up things. Yet even though I have all manner of ideas I want to write, I don’t do squat. It depresses me even more than I already am.

I have this short story I’ve been working on that I’ve told myself “don’t write anything else until it is done” but maybe tomorrow I’ll do some poems or something, just so I’ve accomplished something. For now, I’ll randomly stick up another one of my old articles. That’ll do for now.

Haiku!

Daze is not a word.
At least, as far as I know.
I’ll not look it up.

Also, it was Kipday yesterday. I hope you all made the proper sacrifices.

Today is Canada Day. As I have declared myself an independent nation (though still not officially recognized) you’d think that this holiday wouldn’t affect me much. But instead, I get to go to work a full three hours later than usual tonight. Usually, I’d be there now, even. Good times.

I feel like today would have been a good time for writing. But I squandered it for that sake. Instead I read and worked on my computer a little more. On that front, I’ve progressed again. I’ve got the computer so that it turns on and works with the mouse and keyboard and speakers and all that. Except the CD-Rom, which it appears not to know exists. I can only assume I’ve still got some rewiring to do. It won’t be long now, though.