I typically go through my days in a kind of haze, plunging the depths of my psyche for something meaningful to write about.
I spend my days in the taupe colored box where I sit and play Excel, which is a massively single-player fantasy role-playing game (MSFRPG).
This game allows the player to fantasize about living a more interesting life and to role-play that what they’re doing actually makes a difference in any way.
I unplug myself from this game at the end of the day so that I can go home where the walls are not taupe, but are instead Winter Orchard white. It could be argued that it is not Winter Orchard white at all, but is either Dove white or Swiss Coffee white, but that is an argument that just causes me to stare and blink, like a pigeon staring at a Space Shuttle console.
However, now my daily routine has been changed somewhat by my having this blog. Now, rather than walking through my day in a haze, I now walk about staring at everything keenly, trying to find a topic for a blog post to be written later that evening while surrounded by my Acadia white walls (or are they Chantilly Lace white?).
Since starting this blog, I now stare at everything like a frog contemplating a stipule on a water lily while I think distractedly, “I could write about that, I guess.”
For example, I will pick up my stapler and contemplate it like Hamlet considering Yorick’s skull.
Alas, poor Swingline! I know it well.
An office tool of poorly feeding staples,
many of which are rusty
or will bend the wrong way
even when joining a single sheet of paper to itself.
It hath defied removal a thousand times
as I tried to remove the misshapen staple;
how embedded in my thumb it is!
It is slightly unnerving how I now stare at everyday objects, thinking I can extract a blog post out of them if only I could but squeeze them hard enough in the wine press of my mind.
What blog wine through yonder word press breaks?
It is Ethyl acetate
(or possibly cork taint).
But after a while I will set down the stapler or tape dispenser or stress ball and get back to my spreadsheet and pretend that reality can be quantified with self-referencing equations.
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