Free Write

Was showing off my new computer to a friend, the keys are glossy and kind of funky to type on. She did some free writing while listening in to the conversations. It had amused me enough to share it.

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There is a satisfying click. I really like to type fast. Typing is therapeutic. It’s the ability to automatically render exactly what you are thinking as you are thinking it…it makes me feel like a robot. Or a cyborg? Jo the cyborg, hmm. Ben asked me what I’m thinking, I told him that I am writing a story. Remember the typewriter? The typewriter was the coolest invention. I wish that computers dinged when you reach the end of the line. I shall evaluate words and such. James is entertaining. I’m not sure what he’s talking about but its making me smile. Something about ‘auto-correcting’. James has my drawing from years ago as a background on his computer. It makes me want to make another drawing for him, so that I don’t have to keep looking at such an awful old sketch. Speaking of drawing, I hate it. It’s maddening. I haven’t had the time to do any work, and every time I sit back to draw whatever I manage to churn out looks like pencil excrement. It’s rather discouraging, but at the same time I have no motivation to spend my time trying to better myself as an artist because I’m too damn tired at the end of the day.

Damn days. Days suck.

I’ve decided that days should stop being days. Nights are no better though. They should find some new alternative. Something cooler. Like perpetual morning? I like morning. That’s probably my favorite part of the day…the lazy part of the morning when you’ve finally recovered from waking up. I am happiest sitting on my couch eating a nice bowl of granola in soy milk and watching the 7am train go by. The day just goes to shit from there.

I think I’ve finally run out of computer ink. Or rather, ‘brain ink’…yes, I’m done. My brain is drained. I’m brained….good night.