They Come By Every Day and Take Another Piece of Brain Away

I haven't updated in a long time. Thankfully, these entries aren't ordered chronologically, or someone visiting this site for the first time might know how very lazy I am. The funny thing about all this is that I do almost nothing during the day; in fact while I was doing MORE work I did more updates, both to this site and the other. Now, I just sit at my desk and think. Although I really don't, which disturbs me. Either I have found Zen or I am, while at work, slowly becoming emotionally paralyzed. It's possible. I really don't doubt it. My whole body feels like it's in some sort of torpor, and when I go home I very gradually wake up, but not usually, and go about feeling like my head is inside a wet sponge.

But then there's you. A few entries from now I'm going to install a counter so I actually know who you are; as it stands I have no idea how much traffic this site gets. I don't really know what I'm thinking about. I barely know what I'm talking about. My mind feels like inertia has completely clubbed me over the head, and in some ways inside it too. Not quite frozen, no, but not a million miles away from it. I have stopped being. I have no future. No career. I am too lazy to ever be anything important or successful. And my laziness is propagating itself, like an inert, sleeping amoeba in my mind.

I have purchased a few Transformers. I play with them at work. I think this may help.