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Too Much Time On My Hands

What do I want to write today, dear blog? How about the fact that I may soon be back on my butt and out of school because the economy sucks and I probably won't get another school loan again? No, that's not what this blog is for.

So what about the fact that neither Presidential candidate seems worth our next four years of future history? Nope, that will just give me a headache.

Well then, that leaves me with talking about the fact that I've hit a creative rut the past week or so. Sure it's all been documented here, but I haven't even opened one of my stories in nearly two weeks! Jeez.

Perhaps exercising will open up my blood and get the oxygen flowing back into my head. Guess I'll go for a mile or two walk tonight. With my iPod, because I'm kinda tired of thinking. I'm kinda tired of baseball, and football at the moment. I may actually be failing a class now, because I forgot the past three homework assingments. And I'm definitely tired of pushing myself. It'd be nice to clear my head and just go with the flow tonight.

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