Get up, get out, get busy, get something.
Wednesday April 16th, 2008

I’m feeling quite a bit of anxiety about my present circumstances.

I need to get up, get busy, get to it, get something.

Instead, I sit around and dread, mostly.  Or I try to blot it out chemically.  I’ve spent half my life doing this.

WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THAT?

My yearning for everything while doing nothing to get it is a recipe for madness.

And it’s getting old.

Do something.  Anything.

You can do something.  I know I can.

I swear to “god” I’m gonna do it.

I’m not kidding.  Most likely.  Probably.  I hope so.  Maybe.  No for real.  I think.  No really.  I mean it.

One Response to “Get up, get out, get busy, get something.”
 

As my Dad used to say to me, “do something useful.”

Wait, that’s probably not helpful.

I know, go to Dairy Queen and ask them if you can volunteer, yeah, that’s the ticket! Ask them if they have a vacancy for a taste tester (Food Quality Assurance Specialist). List your qualifications: you have tasted over 25,000 meals give or take. Oh, just take, don’t give them anything…

taras wrote on April 16th, 2008 at 11:42 pm

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