Saturday, January 22, 2011
Don't bother reading
SPOILER NOTIFICATION: *WHINE ALERT*
It is 13:03 pm. I’ve been hitting snooze on my “Get A Life” alarm since 8 am this sunny Saturday. But the nightmare they call procrastination is too momentarily comforting to let go off. I’m running dangerously low on "passion", "inspiration" and "commitment". However, I have an abundance of inconsequential writing that I need to get done:
• There’s that thing for those people
• That other thing for those other people
• Oh, and one more thing for one more person.
What and who are of no consequence to you because they are really of no consequence to me.
I, however, am of consequence to them. Whether their website is reading better than it used to, will depend on how much sunshine I’m able to convert into mental energy today. Whether that frustrated middle-aged executive (who’s picking his nose at 10 am on Tuesday) will have one more piece of garbage to play wastepaper-basketball with, will depend on how protein-rich my lunch is now. And whether that Marketing Executive at a certain telecommunications solution provider will have one more ethically questionable EDM to pass around, will depend on how much water my body absorbs in the next few hours.
That's a lot of responsibility, innit. Not. So much for trying to be positive. Guess it's better luck next whinny-post-time.
You are welcome to feel sorry for me.
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