Jan. 25th, 2004
was having a bit of a liedown. fell asleep.
dreamed i had moved back to rochester with dave.
was jolted awake and inspired into doing real work.
by what?
dreaming of rochester people. remembering the people there with no ambition and no direction. realizing i was now unemployed and working darn hard but on something that could be classified as a work dodge if i didn't do it sincerely.
time to work my ass off, people. there are certain people with whom i shudder to be included in a category. so, this week is going to be proof to anybody that doing what i do now is anything but avoiding work. man, if i thought i was tired this weekend, i will be weeping next weekend.
i told dave friday that i was so tired and burnt out i couldn't possibly do any more, but yesterday despite spending three hours at the international foodmart, i managed to spit out ten thousand words of well-honed, sensical fiction.
so, bullshit i can't work any harder. and i will, now. i'm finally on unemployment after all the ludicrous work it took me to get through to them. so now i'm going to fucking well do something with the time i have. once dave gets his ass in gear and decides when and where we're moving i can do more, but for now all i can do is put my nose to the goddamn grindstone.
all the directionless, ambitionless slackers i've ever known, i salute you heartily now. you are an inspiration to me.
dreamed i had moved back to rochester with dave.
was jolted awake and inspired into doing real work.
by what?
dreaming of rochester people. remembering the people there with no ambition and no direction. realizing i was now unemployed and working darn hard but on something that could be classified as a work dodge if i didn't do it sincerely.
time to work my ass off, people. there are certain people with whom i shudder to be included in a category. so, this week is going to be proof to anybody that doing what i do now is anything but avoiding work. man, if i thought i was tired this weekend, i will be weeping next weekend.
i told dave friday that i was so tired and burnt out i couldn't possibly do any more, but yesterday despite spending three hours at the international foodmart, i managed to spit out ten thousand words of well-honed, sensical fiction.
so, bullshit i can't work any harder. and i will, now. i'm finally on unemployment after all the ludicrous work it took me to get through to them. so now i'm going to fucking well do something with the time i have. once dave gets his ass in gear and decides when and where we're moving i can do more, but for now all i can do is put my nose to the goddamn grindstone.
all the directionless, ambitionless slackers i've ever known, i salute you heartily now. you are an inspiration to me.