Ain't no rest for the wicked

Ain't no rest for the wicked
Money don't grow on trees
I've got bills to pay
I've got mouths to feed
there Ain't nothing in this world for free.
I can't slow down
I can't hold back
you know I wish I could
There ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good.

--Cage The Elephant




I've decided to write a book. Usually, when I start something creative like this, I'll go on a writing jag for a month. Then, whatever I've written will sit for a month. Now the weird part, after a month, I'll have an overwhelming desire to obliterate every trace of it. I have at least three bound journals with the first half of the pages excised.

So to get over that, I'm going to put it out in the public from the get go. After that, the only way to obliterate all evidence would be to write some all powerful worm to invade every computer ever connected to the internet, search out any copies, and erase them. Fortunately for the internet, I think my laziness will prevent it going QUITE that far.


"A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, design a building, conn a ship, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve an equation, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects." -- Robert A. Heinlein