June 2011
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Whenever there’s an argument about different pronunciations of words in different English speaking countries I just sing the Diff’rent Strokes theme tune until it stops.
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It is half eight in the evening. You have cooked and eaten a fine dinner. You have had a beer. You have spent an hour finishing your book. You have written one-hundred words so awful that you reflexively deleted them after glancing away and then back towards the screen. You have tried again and decided you are too tired to make sentences. You have opened another novel and realised that you need to leave it at least a few hours between novels. Last night you finished the television programme you’ve been watching for the past few months. There isn’t another one. You have sat refreshing Tumblr, waiting for something to appear, but it’s just essays you don’t understand and pictures you don’t want to. Your brain feels heavy and full of fluid. You read an article on The Awl but then you read some of the comments. You type random letters into your address bar but all that appears are work sites. There is nothing left to do. Nothing left to do in the apartment and the world is too far away. Boredom isn’t having nothing to do; boredom is being too tired to do the things you want to do. You are a grown man, refreshing Tumblr.
- Boredom isn’t having nothing to do; boredom is being too tired to do the things you want to do.
- My epitaph.
Toro y Moi are playing in Busan tonight
My friend is the drummer’s brother.
They played at the open mic night I play at every week last night.
I decided not to go last night.
I stayed at home and watched Baby Mama with my friend.
My singer sang with them.
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