SEARCHING FOR THE WORK

But the work can't be found! That's what my brain keeps saying to me. I'm supposed to be working on a creative project instead of fucking around, working jobs and eating. That's not how I operate. I used to work around the clock on creative things. Now it seems like I'm a vegetable or automaton, if you will. Maybe I'm a fucking ZOMBIE! In fact, I think I've become a zombie. Like those mindless masses of pulpy flesh-eating fantoms in that fantastically famous film by George Romero.

We'll see how tomorrow goes. This internet is radiating through my skull and creating a gelatinous mess out of what's left of my mind...

Good night.