InfiniteTides

Shit. I haven’t blogged anything today. How very slackardly of me. Normally, I would have typed a whole bunch of words in this little box on my computer by now, but nothing strikes me as interesting today. So I’ll just sit here listening to the dryer toss my jeans around as I hope they finish drying before I need to leave for the daily grind. My coffee sits appropriately by my left hand as it cools (the coffee, not my hand). Little bits of sunshine seep through the cracks in the venetian blind in the back door, threatening to fade everything the low winter sun can touch. I’ve exhausted the stock of new podcasts I had to listen to this morning, Red Rant, Buzz Out Loud, and The 404. None of them stuck with me as memorable, just more welcome background noise invited in to drown out my thoughts.

My coffee is still too hot to drink quickly so I sip, careful not to scald my twice bitten tongue. I look at the middle finger on my right hand, at the cuticle monster conceived and birthed at work between two love starved pieces of cold hard steel. It’s grown to nearly cover my entire nail. I worry as I see small fissures forming. Perhaps I’ll lose my nail yet, as many who’ve seen it have predicted.

Watching Top Gear made me play Forza Motorsport 2 which made me try to race at Nürburgring which made me crash many cars, which made me want to stop playing without even finishing the 7 lap race, which made me hungry, which made me want to get ready for work, which made me not feel like shaving, which makes me not want to go to work, which pays me, which is why I’m getting ready for work now since I have so little to say today.