A Less Formal Life
Showing posts with label boredom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label boredom. Show all posts

Thursday, February 17, 2011

a blah blah blah

There won't be much to this. I'm trying to get some serious work done this week, so I've been a bit on edge, "blah" and busying myself with worrying about nothing. I've been taking myself and others way too seriously. I think laughter needs to go on the menu.

I stayed up too late last night working on articles and a newsletter, as well as sleepless from an uneasy feeling, and now I'm feeling the burn. Mister Badger returns tonight (in rehearsal form), so I'll admit, I'm a bit excited about that.

Monday, December 6, 2010

I Keep Forgettin'

Because I felt rather uninspired today (or more accurately, because I was rather busy today), I am just now realizing I didn't post an update. Thus, it seems fitting I should inflict the slightly painful yet also guiltily pleasurable joy that is Michael McDonald. Thus, let my contribution for the day be represented by someone else's contribution (thanks, Michael):


Michael Mc Donald - I Keep Forgettin'
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Monday, June 28, 2010

the quest for bad material

I'm still on a quest for writing inspiration, and failing miserably. I've been kind of sloughing through (I know it's not an exactly right expression, but it's close enough and good enough, and I think I'm coining it) everything I write lately, feeling pretty uninspired (as mentioned in the previous blog entry). And it's still happening.

Frustrating? Yes. Inevitable? Also yes. You can only write for so long before hitting a wall, or so I've discovered.

Would you like to know what I had for dinner tonight? Too bad. That would be an easy fix to this problem (and, for those that know me, would likely lead to a good tangent about something potentially very uninteresting yet anecdotal from my past). Better luck next time digging that information out of me.

I wish I were Poe-ish and could just rely on Opium to fuel my dry periods. Unfortunately, I have to be part of the non-drug-addled masses. Not that I'm not curious, but I'm already too old for experimentation.

Hear that, over 32s? It applies to other areas too. Stop experimenting and get on the productive ball already. You're just too old, and you're not missing anything. You heard it here first.