Fuck you to my weak, decrepit, jelatin-filled, degenerate, piece of shit arms. I've been doing this community exercise routine called the "Night Shift" - so named because it's what cops use to stay fit during theirnight shift, fitting into a ten minute window inbetween arresting me for Googling "Top 10 Hottest Sonic Anime Girls" 6,000 times. Me and the fellas, and they are always fellas, do such police training every week as part of a community event, but for the first time that this night shift was implemented, it was bloody hell. When I couldn't carry my own weight using my own two arms that I have been gifted with my entire life, that's when I knew I wasn't living up to my full potential as a human being. I want all of you klowns and kooks out there to take this as a lesson - you can be good at some things, hell, a lot of things, but if you don't have the respect and the determination to remove your problems, then they will come back to fuck you up when you least expect them to.
October 12:
As astute readers of my blog will know, I have been struggling to update as of late. When I combine the obligations of my personal life and the obligations of my online blog, it creates a very confusing atmosphere to do work in. I have cleared the smog today by creating a lot of ideas on what to write about, which I can easily refer back to if I am short on ideas. I am also reducing my backlog of things to read, slowly and steadily, by not looking at anything else beyond what is already in my possession. I do this in order to prevent myself from falling into a sandtrap of obligation, where I do things that distract from doing work, such as looking for things to read when I already have my own little library.