I've been in a slump lately. I've said that before. It has come and gone over the past year, but lately, I've lacked almost all motivation with school and work as I contemplate, "Why am I really doing this. I don't want to do what I came here for anymore?"
Then, I delved into Bukowski last night. For the first time in quite a while, I actually read for pleasure. Today, after a late start to my morning - 11 a.m. - OK, I'll say mid-day, Modest Mouse's Bukowski escaped from my iPod.
Coincidence, or is someone trying to tell me to pick up the pace?
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