it's been some time since i've felt the need to relay my inmost thoughts to the masses on an all-together unread blog. if these posts are read by no one but myself and the NSA, my time will not be ill-spent.
tonight i sit idly, waiting for the proper time for things to happen, with tiny white spots burning into the backs of my retinas. if these spots are the results of simple eyestrain brought on by hours of computer use, then a blog describing them is more than mere futility; it would be an example of stupidity reserved for people who drink beer and use chainsaw simultaneously, an exacerbation of one's sentience. knowing a problem and acknowledging it through the same scenario that brought on that problem to begin with borders on the ridiculous and even insane!
yet here i sit, the blinding white spots of irritation, which are almost certainly precursors for cataracts, burrowing their way through my brain into my stomach and all i can do is stare at the source of my troubles wondering, "why? o, why, machine, do you detest me so? to promise so much, require so little and reward me nothing but a feeling of accomplishment in today's minutia, a trivial understanding of the workings of things; it would be comedic if it wasn't so cruel."
or maybe i'm just tired...
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