Howdy Fans. The Passion Returns!
Holy tits. I have been in this big funk all summer. I waste so much time everyday. I am a lazy lazy jerk. I don't understand it. Every night I go to sleep and say, "Alright, tomorrow I am going to kick so much ass". And then lo and behold, I awake, scratch my ass, and continue to wallow in laziness. I've tried everything. Milk. Coffee. Everything! But the fact is my motivation is gone.
The sharp wit? Dull!. The mighty intellect? Farting. I think my brain broke. Really. I mean I still throw weights and shit, so its not depression right? But lordy, I have no will to power. I have no will at all. My conatus is a flickering whisper. I am passive while external inclinations dominate my being. Where is my autonomous being? Why can't I embrace the beast of existence?
I hope my can-do pluck and childish knowhow reemerge as dominate forces in my psyche, cos baby, my get up and go has got up and went!
"My get up and go, got up and went." Who first uttered this phrase? That guy (or girl) was an idiot.