A day of work for me is now a strange world of nothingness. I don't really do anything. I arrive at work and put up a shield to protect myself from the barrage of questions and demands that will surely come my way, and then I start to ignore everything. I don't really do any work at all unless I am somehow forced. I have no initiative as far as career advancement goes, I'm not fueled by competition, and I don't care about recognition. My day is spent trying to avoid work and querying Google for tidbits of information. Obviously everyone has to do some sort of work once in a while. I do have hot periods which require a lot of effort, but I try to avoid that sort of thing.
I woke up early this morning and wrote out 3 stream-of-consciousness pages. It's my first time doing this, and it was interesting. I'm trying to recover my creativity via a book I bought. I think it's a 12 week course, and I hope that by the end of it, I'll be much more developed in that area of my life. The good thing about getting up early to do this was that I had time to meditate before I went to work, and I also got to walk to work instead of driving. I could totally get into this.
Oh, so I found out today that I have to go to ALS (Airman Leadership School) in July, which I've been avoiding like the plague for a while now. I think they have finally got me. I'm going to have to go. Oh well. 5 weeks of pain is just 5 weeks of pain. Maybe I can work on my mad phat writing skillz while I'm there. Oh, in other news, I may be required to deploy next summer, probably to some horrible desert location. I don't see myself standing for that, really. So, we'll see what happens. I expect a big clash. Mike vs. Uncle Sam. SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY. See Mike and Uncle Sam battle it out at the Arena!
Good thing Uncle Sam doesn't know about my 1337 chi powers. Secret weapon, anyone? I think so.
So I think I really want to get into writing. I need a professional writer to take me under his or her wing, and feed me delicious informative worms. Speaking of weird crawly things…I have Sea Monkeys (also known as brine shrimp outside of the Mean Marketing for Children world) on my desk. They are pretty cool.
Anyone want to buy a novel based on Jimmy the Sea Monkey and his Algae Adventures?
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