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Friday 28th of June 2007

Beyond the fabric of time, space and civilized world.

I’m working at the gym today. My work details are as follows: be present, be present and be present. So basically, I’m getting paid for just being here. You’d think it’s the best job ever… well, the pay is shite and it’s so boring that I can literally feel my brains going all mushy. I have to keep my headphones on all the time just to keep my brains from flowing out my ears.

I’ve been writing all day. I never write. That’s mostly because, unlike every other 5 cent wannabe artist out there, I am aware of the fact that I can’t write for shit. And I’m not saying that I’m a wannabe artist. I just get these urges to write something every now and then. I seem to have a knack for dialogue. But that’s all I can make. Decent, sometimes even funny, dialogue. You can’t exactly make much with just dialogue. Especially if you lack everything else.

See? Dilemmas everywhere. I want to write but I can’t. Only thing I can do is mould and sculpt. But then again… I’m pretty damn good with that. And there’s a decent drawer hidden somewhere inside me. So I ain’t completely a lost case, methinks.

Sure, I could always get back to playing guitar. But I just and just know the basics. I only played for a very short time. And it’s been some time. You’d figure I’d be pretty decent ‘cus I have damn nimble fingers (wink, wink) But alas, I lack the strength to be able press the strings down enough. Maybe I should get thinner strings for now and build up my finger strength from there… Meh, ain’t got the patience for that. As long as I can find music that I can enjoy, I don’t need to start making my own.

Hmm… can’t think of more to say, so I guess I’ll call it a day for now.

Play nice.