Just tryin' to appease all the dead people.

I have Dirty Bedroom Disease. It's chronic. Or terminal (whichever one means 'really awful and not likely to ever go away').

Here are the symptoms:

-No ipod charger (still).
-WRINKLED PANTS PROBLEMS, MMK.
-No motivation to do anything remotely productive except slouch on my bed. Which is currently only half-covered in clothes and guitars and other items that shouldn't ever necessarily be on beds, and certainly not for days at a time.
-I just gave myself fringe. And I'm pretty sure I looked in the mirror a few days ago (ok, it was YESTERDAY) and told myself never to touch them again and to grow them out. Oops.
Oh well. I just used the word 'fringe,' which is awesome and European. #stillwinning.
-I'm trying to decide if the shorts that are thrown in the corner of my room are dirty or clean. I guess it depends on how much of a hurry I am in the next time I want to wear them.
-Dying bamboo.

Sigh. This list doesn't even make sense. I don't think any of these things are directly related to Dirty Bedroom Disease so much as they might be related to.. Sad Dad Disease. Sad Dad Disease is when you are a Sad Dad, and you mope around pretending like you're never going to be happy again but really you know you will be... someday. So you kind of still feel a little motivation to do something with your life, but all you can muster is to watch 6 episodes of America's Next Top Model and then you do more Sad-Dadding because you realize that's not really 'doing something with your life.' At all.

You know the only thing that makes me feel like I'm doing something with my life? Running. So I decided to pacify myself as combination Sad-Dad/Ambitionist and go for a run... through a graveyard. Although I have to admit that this excursion came about mostly because I perceived that running through this graveyard would be a shortcut on my seven-mile run. Which, by the way... is really long.

Guess what isn't physically motivating? Running through a graveyard. First of all, you're running through masses of dead people and you start to feel like kind of an asshole because you're taunting the dead with all your youth and speed and it just doesn't seem very appropriate. How would you feel about this if you were dead? Probably not very good (and also cold. and bored). So I stopped. I'm not lazy- I was just trying to be considerate, you know. Second of all, it turns out graveyards can have a lot of hills. So it was a really terrible shortcut, but overall a good experience for my Sad-Dad soul.

I don't have anything else to say.

The (abrupt) End.