Ignorance Is A Long Fucking To-Do List

The latest chapter in the ongoing saga of “I probably have adult onset ADHD but I’m just going to ignore it because what copay money? What long history of side effects with medication?”:

I should really write in my blog. Ha!

I would like to finish reading a book. Not that one, or that one, or that one. Maybe that one. I also want to start the one about butt pirates. (No seriously. This one.)

I would like to listen to like, half the vinyl I’ve impulse purchased and left in the plastic. I’d like to have a better system than my suitcase turntable but I clearly do not have the money for such ABSOLUTE NECESSITIES.

I would also like to spend enough time practicing one of the dozen cover songs I’m working on that I can play it through without fucking up. Maybe record it. Like a musician. With all that recording equipment I have. Though in fairness I could probably get something adequately mixed together on my laptop with my DJX as a MIDI controller, but one of the A keys is being a bit of a stick in the mud that totally doesn’t push me to the brink of sanity at all why would you even assume such a thing…

Or work on my Kennedy dynasty based concept album that is all concept, no album. SHITS GONNA DROP IN 2030, GET READY! Hopefully the launch doesn’t coincide with Half Life 3, that would just be embarrassing. Could you imagine? As creepy as the singularity is, it would be nice to just have a machine get it all out of my head. Its in there, I swear.

I’d also like to get the sewing machine my mom gifted me up and running so I can like, fix some things, maybe learn how to sew actual garments instead of just turning old band t-shirts into throw pillows. Finally live the dream of making my own crushed velvet curtains that I will set aflame with a candelabra in a fit of jealous rage.

And I should really call my dad sometime. Hi Dad! I’m sorry about all the crap I write on the internet, everything is great, no festering mental illness here 😀 (Send money.)

I’ve spent a good 20 hours so far this week either marathoning The Next Generation or lying on my floor listening to Fugazi. Repeating the mantra ‘time enjoyed is not time wasted’ seems like an exercise in futility. Trying to concentrate on something I want to concentrate on is just a pipe dream at this point, like I’m some sort of horrid creative type of person and my brain is just like…

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So please feel free to leave any unsolicited life advice below. I will get right on ignoring it.

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