stagnation and the greatness of nothing.

I guess my problem these days with writing is a lack of inspiration. You get into little routines that eschew all creativity. There is no sitmulation, no growth....and nothing to write about. Writing about the fact I have nothing to write about. Ironic.

Some kid in ISS once said "I don't see how you do it. How do you sit here all day?" Easy, I get paid to sit here all day. Everything I do revolves around the fact that the better I do my job, the less I have to do. I love efficiency. My Mom says I'm lazy, she should know, she's an expert on the subject.I argue that actually getting as much as possible for minimal effort in a virtue....working smart, not hard. Now when I figure a way to make doing next to nothing profitable, I'll be set. I want to be a consultant, a counsellor, or a lawyer. All get paid a tidy sum for nothing.

Nothing can be good. Nothing left to work on, nothing left owed, nothing to regret, nothing to worry over. There are nothings for which we can be grateful. When there's to do, you can do what you want.

I work three jobs and go to collge right now so I can have more nothing time later. Oh my sweet nothings......