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Blue Boringers.

I'm afraid I'm turning boring.

I swear I was hanging out with a guy last week and the most impressive thing I could do was explain the subtleties of American Eagle's customer service policies.

Today I meandered the internet aimlessly in search of porn and pointedly avoiding
certain chores.

I haven't watched Doctor Who since the Christmas special; and even besides that I've let my catching up on old Doctor episodes fall by the wayside.

I feel like the only thing I do besides work and meetings is sleep. And jackoff. And blog. That might make me a little more interesting.


What's frustrating is today I had a choice. I realized it in all its plainness and choiceyness. I could either take right action or nap. I napped.

The good news is it's getting harder to resist facing that choice. Something in me is changing. I just wish I didn't feel so boring while I wait for it to happen.
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