I am Fry's boredom...
I don't know what I want to do.
I have grand visions in my head of what I want to do. But they are abstract. Sort of like Picasso.
In olden times a wanted a bunch of phone lines for my BBS. I also wanted a bigger hard drive, more registered doors (games) and a 6 disk cd-rom for files. None of that ever came to be. Except the door thing, but that was only because I was into the warez (pirated files, argh) toward the end.
Currently, I want to do... nothing. That's not to say I don't have grand dreams. It's sort of like a jigsaw puzzle. I know I want to do it, but do I want to spend the time doing it. My heart says yes, my head says where the fuck is the whiskey.
I want to draw.
I want to write.
I want (in theory) to practice law.
I don't want to spend any of the time doing it.
Writing for this blog is somewhat boring. That's not to say I don't enjoy it, it's just cumbersome. I want so badly for something to take with me, but, I haven't found "it" yet.
I have grand visions in my head of what I want to do. But they are abstract. Sort of like Picasso.
In olden times a wanted a bunch of phone lines for my BBS. I also wanted a bigger hard drive, more registered doors (games) and a 6 disk cd-rom for files. None of that ever came to be. Except the door thing, but that was only because I was into the warez (pirated files, argh) toward the end.
Currently, I want to do... nothing. That's not to say I don't have grand dreams. It's sort of like a jigsaw puzzle. I know I want to do it, but do I want to spend the time doing it. My heart says yes, my head says where the fuck is the whiskey.
I want to draw.
I want to write.
I want (in theory) to practice law.
I don't want to spend any of the time doing it.
Writing for this blog is somewhat boring. That's not to say I don't enjoy it, it's just cumbersome. I want so badly for something to take with me, but, I haven't found "it" yet.
