I should go play outside, as my 'rents would have put it when I was a kid. It's a beautiful sunny day, plus 30 and all that niceness, but really when you've climbed every mountain around and all your friends are working the incentive is just not there.
I should go for a run, required to maintain physical fitness and all, but I'm not feeling it. I could even talk to and visit people I haven't seen in months and wont see for many more months, but I don't really care that much. One part of me, a small and dieing part is like 'be a friend, care about what everyone has to say' but the stronger more realist part who likes George Carlin is like 'Fuck that! They don't don't care about what you have to say and really, you don't either.'
Shit, I need to go outside, it's almost like instinct, so maybe I'll go grab a coffee. Ooo! I'm also needing food. Ahhh food, when bored, eat something... or... masturbate...
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