|Fine whines department . . .
||[Aug. 15th, 2012|12:05 am]
Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)
It’s not that I’m bored with it. Of course I’m bored with it; this stuff is positively mind numbing. All of my adult life up till now, though, even in school as a kid, I’ve been able to force myself to concentrate on mind-numbingly boring shit in order to muddle through, to pass a test or write a paper or enter a bunch of crap into a database or whatever. Or, just as often, to sit on my hands and do absolutely nothing while some non-cog takes for fucking ever to finish (or fail to finish) something before we can move on. The difference now is that I can’t care. That’s right; I can’t care. I want to, off and on, but I can’t. I just can’t. I start to feel bad about not caring, but that doesn’t last more than a minute or two before I can’t even care about not caring that I don’t care.