so I’m sitting around doing not so much
other than being this unemployed bum with something called financial
obligations and few prospects while I do this mind numbing but so called life
affirming homework that evidently will make me a better person that will now
have employability skills that I can use to secure a high powered over paying under
fulfilling career job when I get up and go to the loo and I glance into the
mirror and I see an old portly bugger with a bulbous gut pushing the bottom edge of
a sweat stained paint festooned well worn well torn t-shirt from in better shape yeah this is a good idea go run a marathon days over top of my relegated renovation shorts covered in house paint and glue and caulk and sweat and stuff and I think,
hmm, you look like an artist.
think i will contemplate this from bed.
