What ever happened to the days that I would neglect to post an entry in my blog for months simply because I had been filled with a violently emphatic disinterest in posting entries into blogs the moment my ephemeral passion for writing for a largely apathetic audience who will neither acknowledge my existence nor acquiesce to the fact that I am going to own each and every human person on this planet in such a way that will make the other 29 teams' owning of the Colorado Avalanche in the 2008-2009 season feel like the kind of success that only those like Bill Gates can know (more on that later) would evaporate as soon as the pointing finger on my right hand authorizes the creation of a site specifically designed to eventually be as derelict as a baby on prom night?
What happened to the nights that I could sleep through?
What ever happened to the days that I could sit and unproductively consider the wonderfully appealing possibility of doing absolutely nothing at all while simultaneously squandering all 24 hours of that same day which was originally suffused with potential for productively acting upon previous considerations pertaining to possibilities of doing absolutely everything humanly attainable so as to feel a sense of accomplishment and progress for reaching goals that many would even have difficulty dreaming of having as such?
What happened to the nights that dreams were friends?
...and what ever happened to the days that I would look forward to the nights following swiftly after?
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