I've been reading Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell, I will probably mention this quite often. It only takes about 10,000 hours to become a genius at anything and contrary to popular belief, you need to be both lucky and good.
When I'm tired my eyes don't get heavy they get sore. I've got fatigue deposits all over the inside of my right eyeball. All the masters spend hours dedicating their lives to their monomaniacal passion. I'm thinking I'm going to spend 1/3 of my life doing this. I think I've found my bliss. There's nothing like sleeping off a good headache or even a bad one.
I will sleep where ever and whenever I want. When people ask what I do for a living this will be my answer (I was recently 'let go' by my former employer). I think I've stumbled on something here. I really have. Still this doesn't really separate me from the majority of the human race. If everyone can do it, it looses some of its gloss. I suppose I'll need to continue my search for genius elsewhere. As for now I'm going to sleep. Dream easy boys and girls.
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Maybe you need a pet. That would give you some purpose. Looking after it I mean.
I had a pet carrot named Pebbles that I ate yesterday, which probably improved my eyesight, but it's hard to tell through the tears.
I mourn the loss of pebbles the carrot. Pebbles gave themselves up (non personal pronoun - I don't know how to tell a carrots sex so Pebbles is an it) for the greater good and I'm sure, pebbles will be remembered when you make you're next bowel movement. Seriously though, maybe you should look at working with animals - if not getting a pet, as the whole unemployment thing can be fairly prohibitive, perhaps as a dog walker. Animals are generally known to be incredibly therapeutic and if it leaves you enough time to play league, and write, and sleep, it may satisfy at least the all too human need for companionship and purpose. Just a thought. RIP Pebbles
duly noted, the only problem is I despise all contact with semi-to- fully intelligent creatures. Woe is me. Oh dear Pebbles, I've made a terrible terrible mistake.
I somehow now envision you wedded to a banana.
how did you know?
That's how I roll
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