this pervasive silence is too much, my breath too loud, why does this bother me? if it's only a state of mind, i guess i should change my state of mind.

why do packages of gum say that they're "not a low calorie food" when there's only five calories per serving?

my chair has moulded to my ass. normally this is a comfort to me, but today it makes me feel lazy. when i stand up, the air rushes back into the cushion so righteously, indignant. sitting here waiting for inspiration to hit me. so many things to do, rushing around in my head but my body refuses. so how do you define productive?

and she's always right. i'd like to agree but it needs to be done because i want to, not becuase she wants it.