I have wasted another day. The most I’ve done is gone out to buy smokes and water. I didn’t touch the book I’m supposed to be editing. I didn’t even read the papers. I spent the entire day doing fuck all. I’ve barely even watched the television that’s been playing the background since I woke up. I did skim a couple of blogs and I did reply to a few emails.

I find it amusing how many bloggers think they’re brilliant for figuring out who ‘potential waste’ is. Fucking Einstein’s! The lot of them! Each and every one of you deserves a fucking cookie, now. For future reference, if you’d asked in private, you’d have probably been given the answer plus a detailed explanation as to why.

I never figured myself for hiding. I never even attempted to put on a fake persona for the sake of veiling the inevitable. I didn’t even fail to disclose the telling details about who I am in my profile.

Brilliant people, I tell you.

No. I’m still me and no matter what name I choose to use in blogger, it seems I’ve got that damn personality that sticks out. Good to know, I guess. I’m original, and you’re not. Bite me.