The Ritual
For the past three days I have been performing a ritual of ever increasing mindlessness as the days wear on. It’s a ritual that has served me well in my past vocations but during this recent spate of intense indolence I’m inflicted with, it boggles the mind why I continue to bother.
Every morning I wake up at sometime between 7:30AM and 9AM, I stagger out of my bedroom to the fridge where I take a swig out of a bottle of orange juice. I then take my bottle with me, sit on the lounge, turn my computer on and check out a handful of websites including blogs, newspapers and a game website. Once satisfied with all the news I have read, I then return to my bedroom to retrieve the day’s attire and proceed to have my shower, the length of my shower determined in large part by my fatigue or the reliability of the hot water on any given day. After my shower, I get dressed, throw the dirty clothes on the dirty washing pile and return to my computer. Then, by any register of meaningful activity it could be said that my day ends. For the entirity of the past few days I have been doing one of four things, I will either be looking for and applying to jobs I find on the internet, playing on my DS, playing on my computer or reading my book all the while waiting for a response from the four different employers I presently have (and the rapidly declining half-dozen or so I might soon have) to contact me as they said that they would and, I quote, “make me busy”.
Now it is quarter past one and again I am waiting for my silent benefactors all the while writing on my blog, in itself a gross departure from my daily routine. With all the talk I get from so many employers, they seem to me to simply not understand that I require more minerals, not gas. I think I have accumulated a great deal of social credit in the month I have been looking for work, doubling the length of my Chinese MSN list with affluent, well-to-do people, but for all that, social credit just doesn’t pay the rent.
I will now as before continue to answer the questions plaguing my mind. Where will next month’s rent come from? Who will pay for my next meal? When will I be productive again? Not these questions, instead I must ask will I ever find a place to get rid of these acorns? What do I do with this pommel stone? and will Drew Latham be able to expose the neo-Nazi conspiracy affecting Russia and the US?
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