Hoping I can commit once more to the 100-lines-per-day entry quota; there's been some inhibition
about journalling as of late with the increased resistance I've felt from the greater world
coupled with things like my computer operating system going out of date, and these serve to
make me think twice about attempting to offload frustrations and tense thoughts about occasionally
deeply personal subjects. But I'm essentially declaring this morning that I'm not going to allow
some vibrational dissuasion to influence my behavior. I'm more conscientious than ever before that
masturbation is cannibalizing the lifeblood of existence, time, as well as a few other things.
I realized the reason I was able to curate such a sprawling garden of entries was because I
could not slouch behind the mailboxes and pleasure myself. Now that I have the option to, and
also since business has ramped up with the new owner's visibility/marketing efforts, I encounter
more disruptions than before and end up with a work week of zero yeild on this journalistic
front. The question is begged if I ought to change my allocation of time to these compulsory
activities, out of a concern for decency, professionalism, productivity or health, and if I
were to offer an earnest position here, I'd say that I definitely think its called for.