Might as well keep this thing alive. Herewith a late-night eruption from last April.

The long hours weigh on my fatigued mind...

Life is a long-running game of chance only slightly influenced by the skill of the player. The early part of a life is spent acquiring the tools to fabricate your adult existence. The great thing in building a life is balance. Balance tedium and disciplined focus of effort with feeling and impulse and reflection. Introspection is a drag on accomplishment, but paradoxically an absolute prerequisite for both enjoying life and making events work for you.

Fuck that. You are brain and soul dead if you don't cut loose and play the long odds whenever you feel the tedium walling you in. You will starve if you pursue the fierce joy of aimless experience. Fucked either way.

So you can't win. So what else is new. Choice is the name of the game. You buy the ticket, you take the ride.

Shit Hell Fuck Damn. Too many twisted years reading and writing bureaucratic sludge. I can't even frame words in a way that will kick my dulled mind into gear. I blame the Federal Register. You cannot read this dreary stretch of endless govspeak without losing your literate soul. I am tied, I am tied, the case is altered. Borrow words if you cannot create new sentences.