Simplify The Fly Unagi

Well then!

I have successfully been clean for over 24 hours now.
It feels pretty good.
Pretty damn good indeed.

I suppose it's an almost contrary reaction to the hectic-ness of this week. It's not even over yet, but I'm pretty optimistic about it. Life seems to be a sweet breeze just blowin' in the wind right now. The times, they are a changing. But then, at the same time, not really. What's changed is that work will be dramatically lowered.
But..
HAHAHA.
Like what I've had so far can even be considered a lot of work. Compared to the past, homework every day, several late nights to finish essays, and then coming on here to complain about it. There's none of that.
None at all.
Zilch.
And I suppose that's just the nature of this beast. It's not really 'work', is it? It's more like.. Outlined fun. Hahahaha. Oh look, I started a sentence with "and". I suppose it's true if you haven't written for a while your ability deteriorates. But then I'm pretty sure I've done that before plenty of times. SO I GUESS NOTHING'S CHANGED. Ahhhhhhh. That's a nice sigh by the way, not a cry of agony.

No, I haven't cried in agony for a while. Not even for the times when I'm sitting here in my uncomfortable desk chair and my butt has ceased existing. Or when I really wish I could have lunch, but know it's just an impossibility ahah.

God. This is so out of character. I should be depressed. Or moaning about something. Does this count as moaning? I'm so confuuussed. That hasn't changed either I suppose. I'm still quite confused about a great many things. You know, I've got to learn about people like David Bowie and Lou Reed in pop history, and it's really interesting learning about that whole glam rock era. It makes me really wish I could've seen what it was like to grow up in it. I have a feeling if I was living around the areas glam rock started up, I would totally be dressing up and forming a band as a made up character with exuberant hair and glamorous eye liner. Hell, what is this but an outlet for me to dress up my own mind's thoughts.

I think I've successfully wasted enough time now for my shower's hot water to heat up. YAY.
Bye bye then.

F to the G

Crickity-crackity-tick-a-tack.

That's the sound of my spine clicking back into the place. I've been dead for a while. But I'm back now. So you can uncurl yourself out of the foetal position now. That's it. That's it. Everything will be all right now. Sniff sniff. How've you been?

I've been great. Thanks for throwing me out into the trash and then coming back to salvage me like, three months later.

You're welcome! It's time to get back to work now.

Well fuck you too, I've already started work. I've been working all night long every night for the past three months.

Nice one, brah! I knew I could count on you.

Tell that to the crippled robots of the seventh planet. I'm sure they'd love to hear that kind of encouragement.

Sigh, why are you bringing that up now? That whole engagement is long over now. Finished it in 2 hours. Well, 2 and a half to be more precise. But who counts the amount of dirty napkins in a pool of toxic sludge from the local chicken rice stall?

Fweh fweh fweh. Well. I'm broke. Here's my new song. I can sing solfage now, do re meeeeee. Read as "doh, ray, meh". That's the first three notes of the minor scale. Which one? ANY. DOESN'T MATTER.

The more you know. Yay. However you won't hear any improvement in my voice in this song. You know why? Because this is just how I want the song to sound like. Wanna fight about it? No thanks.

Here's the song. Like it. Love it. Share it on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram, myspace, and every other social media site you kids are into nowadays. Tell the world:

Freeg is back.

And BROKE.