Hi. My name is Back, and I am braindead.
I think the level of mental restlessness associated with senioritis has surpassed the mark of normalcy and spiraled into a fury that subsequently burnt out the motor of my mind. Thus, my head is full of cold metal and stagnant oil and snapped belts–heavy and useless. I Twitter in class, have only enough care to write blogs–not the fiction my degree denotes, and cannot wrap my waning consciousness around anything besides Rock of Love Bus and Reno 911. Getting the laundry done is now my definition of a major success.
I wander around pouring people coffee and sweeping floors and spend all the money I don’t make on stuff I don’t need and waste too much time on my hair because when there’s nothing going on inside the head, the outside might as well look good.
If the glass is half empty, it is probably because it was once full of Jameson and the other half is now swirling about my belly and veins, daring you to try and have a political debate over THIS blog entry. Bwahaha.
Stay tuned for next week’s commentary on sunshine, kitties, rainbows, and children jump roping in fields of daisies.
**Back.
