![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
work work work work work
day 2 of my adventures at my parents'...they opened up overtime for all so i signed up for 4 extra hours...so i was at work all goddamned day...but on the positive side, i was in the trs queue so i had tons and tons of downtime like never before and i got to do a ton of reading...negative in that less time with the doggies...but i need money, they'll understand...they're very forgiving anyways...not too much to say other than that, obviously not much room for anything else to go on...i'll end with a few quotes from Kafka's diary:
3 July, 1913:
When I say something it immediately and finally loses its importance, when I write it down it loses it too, but sometimes gaines a new one.
20 October, 1913:
. . . I am now reading 'The Metamorphosis' at home and find it bad. Perhaps I am really lost, the sadness of this morning will return again, I shall not be able to resist it for long, it deprives me of all hope. I don't even have the desire to keep a diary, perhaps because there is already too much lacking in it, perhaps because I should perpetually have to describe incomplete -- by all appearances necessarily incomplete -- actions, perhaps because writing itself adds to my sadness.
3 July, 1913:
When I say something it immediately and finally loses its importance, when I write it down it loses it too, but sometimes gaines a new one.
20 October, 1913:
. . . I am now reading 'The Metamorphosis' at home and find it bad. Perhaps I am really lost, the sadness of this morning will return again, I shall not be able to resist it for long, it deprives me of all hope. I don't even have the desire to keep a diary, perhaps because there is already too much lacking in it, perhaps because I should perpetually have to describe incomplete -- by all appearances necessarily incomplete -- actions, perhaps because writing itself adds to my sadness.
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject