i decided to stay indoors for the day, for to accomplish work and
maintenance-related tasks. I emptied out my memory cards (a time-consuming
bother) and i wrote a couple of stories for the new receipts site, which
isn’t really ready to rock yet, but it will be.
writing makes me feel happy. it makes my brain feel nimble and alert, and
it improves my senses. if writing makes me happy then why do i not do more
of it? maybe because i do not want to be happy. happiness is a delusion, a
scam, and only the depressed and the dour have the more accurate view of
the world.
