2005-02-08 - 12:56 p.m.

I'm causally reliving my days as an undergrad via this flu-thingy.

Confined to my room, and more often than not, my bed, I've called in sick to work two days in a row. I've spent the last two days sleeping, watching the occsasional Cosby episode, surfin the net (I feel so early 00's saying that) and just strummin away on the ole guitars.

Which is basically what I did for 4 and a half years as an undergrad. It's funny how a routine, in this case a job, has increased my productivity in ways I could never had imagined. I'd always assumed that getting a 9-5 would signal the end of creativity, free-time, desire, etc...

But now, laying in my old hooded sweatshirt, confined to my old ways, I'm realizing that it is the routine that drives me to do other things. Which I suppose ties into that one solid truth I've always believed in. You know, the one about "Without x, there couldn't be y." It's the same truth I've used to console a million friends when they lost a girlfriend or boyfriend, the same truth I used to explain death to friends and family, etc...

So without the negative (work) to push me and keep me moving, there wouldn't be the positive (creative output, new interests, physical health, etc.)

So I'm actually anxious to get back to work.

The resumes are still floating out there like unopened treasure chests on the water. Just waiting for some ship to pass by and scoop up.

Horrible metaphor. Shame on me.

See, this is what being sick and unmotivated does to me. Horrible metaphors.

Ok, lets get this rebound started. First a shower, tomorrow the world.

What a boy, to be lost in her clouds.

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