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August 2, 2008 Work is necessary to live. It is a tedious thing no matter how easy it is, because it is unavoidable. The exhausting thing about work is that it never finishes. It’s a race to beat the clock, and as soon as one hurdle is overcome there is another. I think when you get older you just want to end the hurdling and settle down to an easy jog; to complete each task without feeling desperate because there is more to do, and never, never enough time. It’s completely stupid and I’m not sure I want to play the game anymore.
August 5, 2008 I came across 100 words many months ago, but couldn’t get started for fear of running out of words. When I don’t write, this fear plagues me. I am convinced I have nothing to say. This is what stops me from attempting so many writing projects. I believe that, no matter how many ideas are usually swilling around in my mind, if I actually try to form them into a shape of some kind, they will suddenly dry up. Yet, in finally doing this exercise, I have discovered that the existence of some words seems to inspire the appearance of more.
August 1, 2008 I can’t believe we are in August already. School is going to start soon. The traffic will start up again. Their will be kids all over the place running for buses. I don’t miss school one little bit. I usually liked it, but I still don’t miss the studying and the tests and the projects. I miss getting new supplies on the first day. My favorite part was writing in a new notebook, on the first page. I loved that. Getting to organize my things and putting my name on stuff. That was the best. I still love new supplies.
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