Still haven’t written a damned word.  Can’t fight off the ennui and apathy smothering me.  Just keep seeing the pavement streaking up to peel open my head.  I don’t have a single idea, not one, your object-oriented story can go to hell.  I’m giving all I’ve got just to remember why I’m staying alive.  Can’t think of anything very persuasive right now.  Just letting my apathetic ass stay anchored to the chair.  I wish I knew what I needed to reverse this trend but I don’t anymore than I know how to fix my dick so it will go off in people and not just in my hand like an inverse M&M commercial.  I’m bored and I’m frustrated and I have nothing to say but jabbering on and on at least keeps me from seeing the pavement flying up … flying up … flying up… for as long as the light lasts.

EDIT: Have now written several damned words, all of which are atrocious.  If I didn’t need this for a class I would shit on this sad excuse for a story and forget it ever happened.  But, such is the working life.

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