I will read through my writing and fix what I can. I will waste and search the interweb. I type some little bits of nonsense to give the illusion of dedication or using time wisely. The click clack of the keyboard. For all you know I could be typing up a storm. A real masterpiece if you will.
In reality no. I'm just typing what comes to mind. And for a simple mind of yourstruly it isn't all too much. If I had more, come to mind, I may have actually done my work and wouldn't have inspersonated greatness. Call me lazy or call me stupid. I am what I am and my work is a mirror into my apathetic brain.
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