I play guitar, I play mandolin, I draw cartoons, I write poetry, I build robots, I write simulators, I read novels, I walk up hills, I take photos of gnarled tree roots...
I think about the vortex model of the solar system, the complexity of the physics of bouncing hair, the nature of implied pain, the mental graphics of quadratics rotated through the t-axis
I keep promising myself that I will finish a letter, complete a painting, make the robot I just built from junk do something useful...
Yet I suffer from procrastination as if it were an arthritis of the mind...
Am I so diverse that I am physically unable to focus, or am I....as my mother always told me...as my wife still tells me...as my boss has often said....
Just a lazy freaking a-hole!!!????
I'd like to argue my nature, but I can't be bothered today.
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