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Feelings of woe.
I'm totally sick at the moment, but I had to come into work anyway because I have deisgn stuff due today. Only... I can't do any of it yet because I'm waiting for it to be signed off. So basically I'm sitting here wishing I was at home writing in ze blog, and trying to stay alive (embellished for audience).

Radio is tonight, I dunno how I'm going to be able to talk. Maybe I'll just be a sidekick for this thrilling episode. Either that or I'll do the godfather voice the whole night and eat plenty of soothers. I was just thinking about how much sanity constrains creativity. I would always try and construct my sentances in such a way that the meaning is clear normally, and that is done by copying what I have heard and read other people say and write. How boring. If I forget how to write, then maybe I can come up with something unusual that still has meaning. Restructure my thinking. Perhaps this is just my lack of thought space in head becoming visible, but write like that desirable I try, for this til next one.

tightrope line of illegibility walking, carefulness required. Composition longetivity off scale since change, cranium sore. Naught for discussion left. Discover all you again.

posted by hunt @ 10:50 AM