So, my lack of responsibility/motivation/friends brings me back to my computer. I have literally nothing to do at the moment, so why not write about it?
Sitting on my couch
Free to lounge or slouch
Sleep eludes me, but the idea's so seductive
Oh, why can't I just do anything productive?
It's probably not up for a Pulitzer, but there it is.
I've also realized a second problem I have yet to overcome: since this laptop is new (I had to get one for college in the fall - HOO, HOO, HOO, HOOSIERS!!), I don't have Word on it yet.... which severely impedes any of my attempts at writing extensively. So far, I've organized my empty folders. Rock on.
And now I'm realizing just how pointless these last fifteen minutes have been. Hmm.
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