Don Mann: Focusing on my Craft

Friday, Feb. 06, 2004 - 1:50 a.m.

I'm floating just outside the sight of the angels, and just within the devil's grasp.

Idle hands may be the devil's playground, but if that were true then I must have done plenty of satan-play with my hands today. I got nothing done, did absolutely nothing of importance, and to top off the evening I got drunk. I'm still pretty buzzed now, but I started drinking at 8-ish, so it's mostly worn off now.

I guess I'm going to see Jesse tomorrow around 3. That ought to be fun. Especially since I have no money and no gas. I really need to pick up that hair dye soon. I'm almost back to natural now.

There's way too much work that needs to be done, but I keep on procrastinating it all, putting it off until eventually it'll be overdue. Due dates keep me in line. I really should just have a due date on my life. I'd like to know exactly when I'll die so I can get all my slacking off in up until the last minute. I guess that's part of what makes life so lovely.

When I was convinced I was going to kill myself a little while back I always got a lot more done every day, because I knew the day I had planned for the event, and I knew what I needed to get done before it happened.

Now that I'm so alive, I have nothing to live for. Beautiful. Why doesn't anything interest me anymore? Today I've felt like nothing is really that important at all. It's a terrible way to feel, for sure.

Don't bother sending me someone to love, I don't think I want them to see me like this.

~Don out

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