Ambition
I was going to write something cunning about ambition but I stayed up late reading the internet.
I had an idea for an invention, a new source of energy that would be free of fossil fuels, but I stared at the wall instead.
I was going to go back to school to get a degree in something highly technical and assured of gainful employment but I like fucking around more.
I plotted a sole proprietorship based on sustainable greenhouses but I decided to play gin rummy by myself for 2 weeks instead.
I intended to build a school for orphans but I had to work on my nearsightedness.
I started a novel based on a true story, a true story from my life that was lightly and humorously fictionalized but I was unfortunately waylaid by catching up on my back issues of the new york newer times republic.
I was thinking of updating my blog but I was indisposed by scrolling to the very end of Twitter.
I started writing a business plan for a new company focused on growing plants used in niche pharmaceutical products but Twitter reloaded so I had to start reading it from the top again.
I had an idea to convince everyone in my apartment block to switch to renewable energy but I had to go to the bathroom like, really bad.
I was going to a networking event to finally talk to someone about a job, you know, a real job, not like the 2 I do now, but I was super gassy, I just couldn’t.
I started an illustration in linocut for the cover of my lightly fictionalized memoir but I prefer to hang out with my cat instead.
I was going to make the best and most original pizza ever on a specially fermented crust made from whole grains but I had to weed the garden.
I was going to finish this post but it was time to go to bed.
