So here I am listening to "In this twilight" (from the upcoming NiN album: Year Zero, slated for April)
on loop after completing, wordcounting (1469/1000 words, well over the target), editing, manually double spacing, and externally spellchecking my third paper for this critical analysis course.
Shit is going on.
And hardly any of it is good.
And I'm a ripe, tea drinking bastard.
That's neither a revelation, nor an understatement of what I mean by "bastard".
My right middle knuckle is split and scabbed to all hell. My fingers with the most prominently protruding knuckles are jammed to all shit. And I'm still getting endorphens from exercise despite the initial cramps of sitting out three months. Maybe I shouldn't punch so hard. Yeah... like I can find the offswitch. Like I would use it even if I could.
I'm still a ripe bastard.
Shit is still going on. And I've still got a project to do, and 2 huge projects on the horizon, with little to no time at present to set appointments, enjoy myself, or work on what I want to.
But how's that any different from any other day?
Oh- and why I'm not talking about the good news?
Because you'd probably think I'm an even bigger-
Ripe bastard.
...I'm going to bang out to Survivalism- also from Year Zero. You're free to draw your own conclusions for right now.
Cuz I'm way too fucking busy or tired... one of the two.
