In which I complain about how unproductive I am, again

Ok, ok, I'm gonna write this before I loose my will to live again.

So, Detox here, coming atchu with a slow verse


I have like a thousand ideas about shit to blog about, and absolutely no motivation or attention span to follow through with anything.

If you've read my previous few posts -Seriously, who the fuck reads this?- I want to start a little series about scary ghost stories,  also I've been wanting to do fanfiction rants for a fucking eternity. Aditionally, there are not one, or two but three fucking posts about knitting and crocheting that I've been trying to write without much success.

However, ever since Venezuela's first major energy blackout on March 7, internet access has gone to shit, and I've found myself with long hours of either no power or no internet access. Instead of being a fucking productive bitch and work out, or work on my final paper in order to graduate, or write a blogpost, I've been very dramatically looking into the distance and not. doing. anything.

FUCK

THAT

SHIT

I don't know how long this bout of productivity is going to last, but I'm going to make the best of it.

*Proceeds to dissapear for 5 years again*

Dammit.

Breaking out a.k.a Fuck you Jiminy Cricket!

So... Its been a while huh? I don't really have much of an explanation for my absence in the blogosphere... Except that the fucking brain-melting parasite is back... No, I haven't lost my mind (I think), but everytime I'm meaning to do anything, from saying hello to someone on Facebook, to replying to an email or even getting up from bed, I get this awful and nasty voice in my head, saying awful stuff like "whats the point?", "who cares about what you have to say? you're not gonna make any difference", "you're stupid, go die plzkthnks"... 

And so far the fucking brain melting parasite has been succesfull... I've stopped talking to people to the point we're my poor social skills, have become even more awkard, if thats even posible... I wouldn't say I'm depressed, depression is a fucking serious  thing, but I haven't felt "good" in a while... And I've had enough of it... I don't like feeling out of place everywhere and everytime, and I've had enough of that little voice telling me off each time I feel like doing anything...
I'm gonna put my shit in order, and I swear on my Madeline Tosh Sock skein that I'm gonna be a productive human being again, no more lurking on the net, no more ignoring my friends, and no more postponing stuff...

I have a few things planned for this blog (which by the way, its gonna be a year old in a few weeks), including (possibly) a pattern... 

Again Dude??

Blogger keeps screwing with me ... I used the days between the times blogger let me in to think about the entries I had prepared ... I decided that several of them weren’t really relevant to the world, that is, who (if anyone reads this, which I doubt) might be interested in my personal story about the immense shit that Irene has been / was , although my country is in the opposite direction Irene were Irene is/was headed? Who is going to care that I’m running out of fucking vacations and that I have to start suffering again with classes, thus reducing the time I spend knitting? Most likely no one, so I decided to delete those entries, leaving only the entry that describes my unhealthy relationship with Concordia aka Messenger of Doom....