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18.01.2006 - 17:31 All day at work, I've been thinking of subjects to write about but been unable to conjure any of them by the time I arrive home. This has been going on for the past three days. I've discovered that it's getting harder to write, though. Not the actual "thinking of something and then writing about it" part - that's been hard for the past two years or so...clearly. I mean the actual mechanics of writing. A siesta from college and the prevalence of instant messaging and phone texting in my life have economized me to a world of lowercase type and pseudo-blogspeak shorthand, the likes of which a guy like me used to make the fuck fun of and ridicule endlessly earlier in my life. Fortunately, now, I've cut myself a little break. And also, I'd never stop using full words and complete sentences, I just stop capitalizing them when I type e-mails. Maybe this is how people understand compromises and empathy: through laziness. Shit, I hope not... What I'm trying to say is that I feel the writing bug coming back to me in a big way and this thing just might be the ticket. Partly defense mechanism, partly survivalist scraping, partly ego-preening, and partly sanity-saving, but altogether garbled and lacking in good grammatical groundings. Alliteration, however...I got that bitch on lock. I guess, anyway...I mean...shit, did you read that alst sentence? For those of you wondering, I'm now aping Bill Simmons and not Chuck Klosterman. Basically, they're the same guy. it is hoped that soon enough, I'll just start stealing from myself again. I miss my girlfriend a fucking ton.
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