Hello Loyal Faithful, true believers all. Today I bring you strange and sad news: I ate too much nacho dip.
"Will Will expand again to embarassingly ginormous proportions as he has in the past?" says my first person supernarrative. I hear that everyone has their own supernarrative, though most comprehend it only as being the most random and disconnected buzzings and whirlings omnipresent to this wholly contingent reality of ours. It is a mixed blessing to be able to understand mine.
Anywho, pretentious/unfunny affectations of dietary-hyperchonidria and outright schizophrenia aside, all has been unproductive and bleak otherwise. Not so yesterday, which started off on a better note, but ultimately/inevitably dissolved into a series of ill-advised naps disrupting the day's plans. Tonight, I fear, will be no better. There is, of course, the Superbowl to worry about, and watching it and all that. But it is no matter, I have tivoed my homework and will watch me doing it later.
wait
I don't have a tivo.
And even if I DID have one, I couldn't record nonoccuring and nonvideotaped potential events and view them in a vicarious fashion.
Crap, I just realized: I'm both physically unattractive and intellectually trite. On top of this, I have a dis-ingratiating tendency to whine about my own faults and petty insecurities. CeLaVie.
Besides all that, I think I've got the universe understood. Eat, Sleep, Etc. Not to be making too little or too much of human endeavor, of course. But realizing this is a virtue, and, I think, the intellect's ultimate goal.
I have so much work to be doing that I should do nothing but work for the next forty eight hours. I should take half of tuesday off to work. I should never see another living person again. I'm just too dumb to be taking the classes I'm taking.
"No don't say that! You're plenty capable! All you need is to believe in yourself today, yourself tomorrow, and the validity/competency of all effort/thinking prior to today! Then you will be able effect for change and moral causes in the world. A bright new day is upon us both!"
Shut up SuperNarrative, I don't need any more of your snakeoil huckstering!
"Yes, sir."
That's better. Now go make me some neuro-epinephrin, and scrap off those dopamine inhibitors from the neural receptors while your at it. God, I have to tell you to do every goddamn thing!
"Yes sir."