magni

Sometimes I feel like I am being lazy.

I just like to sit around looking cool, and sometimes not even that cool. I smirk and laugh at everyone who works hard at my job. My boss is kindof a smirking Moroccan marxist so he gets it too. That's cool. But I used to be the only one.

I complain about the ever continuous rotating head problem, get doped up on bonine. And I day dream like theres no goddam tomorrow. I am a fantastic day dreamer!

However on a day like today, after pushing paper around, and feeling like I'm spinning around a drain, I get some awesome realization about why I am fucked up. The problem is that its not of much interest to anyone else so I don't update, or broadcast.

I am doing some kind of work. I perpetually ask myself, why am I not as good the other Meadowlarks out there. So voila! After weeks of toil, I have a answer. My job isn't working for Bank One. I'm a professional cyborg, reprogramming myself.

The only thing I have to ask is what is my new code supposed to do? Have the good life of course, and by that I mean my particular good life. After me, when I'm gone, no one else will have been able to live it. Only i could.

Hey and I wrote a short story. Nothing new to joe random but I put my own plasma into it and now it has have a life of it's own and it's got my own blood circulating in it. I'm proud of it no matter what happens next. How many "good" writers can say the same thing?