Do you ever feel...not so fresh?

1:44am and I wonder what it would be like to just not go to work. Just pull an office space and decide not to go anymore. I went to the bank during my lunch break just to do a balance inquiry. Like visiting my money in its theoretical form will reaffirm my will to work. I kind of like having money. But I don't like to work. Someone work out a happy compromise for me. One that doesn't involve sex with a very very old and very very rich man.

I wonder if blogging is bad for me. Like, if you have a jolly good time masturbating, you end up not having any drive to go out and get the real thing. Increase time spent blogging...decrease time spent screenwriting and other writing of that ilk that could potentially bring in income. Shame on you guys for letting my masturbation problem get out of hand.

I made empanadas for dinner tonight. Just wanted to try but I substituted out such incredients as lard, using butter instead. Because it's uh...so much better for you. But actually, I didn't even have any regular butter in the house so I used light butter for the dough, which I figured would kill the recipe since the lard/shortening/butter is necessary for good pastry texture. And then I baked them instead of frying them. The results weren't so much empanadas as beef and potato pies. And then I accidentally left a batch in the oven for 80 minutes (they're supposed to bake for 20) because I zoned out.

There should be a Special Olympics event called Living. You just go about your life trying to put one foot in front of the other and make it day to day without any tragicomical disasters or setting anyone's pets on fire. I would try out for this event, but probably not even qualify for competition, when it's discovered that no matter how well labeled and obvious a plate glass window is, I'll still walk into it.

I'm so tired but I don't want to go to bed.

Going to bed = alarm clock going off = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = getting up = cranky shower = work.

By not going to bed, I prevent this whole process, creating a break in the time/space continuum by interrupting the logical chain of events so that resulting events can not occur. Therefore, by not going to bed, I don't have to work. Ha! Take that God! I beat you.

No, I'm tired. I'm going to bed.