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In no specific order, definitely not prioritized, or whatever it is you are supposed to do. Half of the things I will actually end up doing are not present, such as: Whining-about-being-lonely-and-poor, and Becoming-nocturnal, and Ruining-eyesight-by-reading-books-all-day.

Who even cares.

The only solution I can provide for my own petty conflicts and the cloud of melodrama settling over this active volcano, over this thin, runny metaphor, is this: drown your eyes in Vonnegut.

It has worked wonders for me. Timequake! You were sick, but now you're better, and there's work to be done.

But I don't really know what I'm doing, do you? I am sick of spending Sundays playing Gershwin and Debussy and Leonard Cohen on the piano half awake; I am sick of Chelsea Hotel No. 2. I am tired of reading the paper and hanging up clothes in my room.

I don't want to think about college and money and the ugly uncertain future.

I don't want to think about the way my shirt smells like fish, or how all my songs sound the same lately.

I don't want to think about tomorrow morning, or tomorrow afternoon; I think I need a new job anyway.

So where should I buy a violin?

Description
In no specific order, definitely not prioritized, or whatever it is you are supposed to do. Half of the things I will actually end up doing are not present, such as: Whining-about-being-lonely-and-poor, and Becoming-nocturnal, and Ruining-eyesight-by-reading-books-all-day.

Who even cares.

The only solution I can provide for my own petty conflicts and the cloud of melodrama settling over this active volcano, over this thin, runny metaphor, is this: drown your eyes in Vonnegut.

It has worked wonders for me. Timequake! You were sick, but now you're better, and there's work to be done.

But I don't really know what I'm doing, do you? I am sick of spending Sundays playing Gershwin and Debussy and Leonard Cohen on the piano half awake; I am sick of Chelsea Hotel No. 2. I am tired of reading the paper and hanging up clothes in my room.

I don't want to think about college and money and the ugly uncertain future.

I don't want to think about the way my shirt smells like fish, or how all my songs sound the same lately.

I don't want to think about tomorrow morning, or tomorrow afternoon; I think I need a new job anyway.

So where should I buy a violin?