Well, after trying (unsuccessfully) to work on a ten-minute play for the Lincoln Theatre's "Emerging Voices" contest, and also failing to get a short story rolling, I think it's official that my mind does not have the agility or focus to work on anything substantial this week. I think it's just the general exhaustion/malaise of hating my job and having to put so much energy into it that's really wearing me down. I realized on Tuesday, when I had to work late in obscene temperatures, that the only things that keep me going when I'm on jobs are a deep well of negativity and the promise of getting enough done that I'll have a little time off to concentrate and work on stuff I'm even remotely interested in. It's rough when you have a job that you don't want a future in, that you're doing for someone else's benefit. There's no satisfaction in getting a job done, only the knowledge that the next day, you'll do it again. That's no way to go through life. I need a shake-up or a change of pace, or...I don't know. I can't wait for the day I can stop fighting my alarm clock.
I'm really looking forward to going to Boston this weekend. I'll try my best to recharge my batteries.
Let's end this with Belle and Sebastian:
"Oh, Get me away from here I'm dying
Play me a song to set me free
Nobody writes them like they used to
So it may as well be me"
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Hello! I am Exhausted!
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i know this story. it's yours and mine and a bunch of my other friends'.
that punctuation doesn't look right.
well, same story minus the ridic temps part.
maybe we should get together and go live in a commune and sell tshirts telling people to stop bitching and start a revolution -- and by revolution, we'll mean to fight capitalism. by selling tshirts. in georgetown.
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