And so on and so on Jesus blabbed all nite, keeping the party guests from ever truly relaxing, he just kept going, parable to parable, story to story, lesson to lesson, it was awful it looked like the party was ruined.
But it wasn't.

There are somedays where you just can't create anything at all. Which infuriates me.
The only way to mark the passage of time is with constant creation.
Presumably what you create is different, fuck, let's get big ol' sloppy hearts on our fucking sleeves today and lets say, sure, everything you create is different, even if it is mind numbingly similar to whatever actually original work your hoping no one knows about that your blatantly ripping off.
it's different because it was done by you.

I keep feeling like somebody keeps pushing the reset button on me, I do comedy than I don't, then I can't, then i can't remember how and I write, then I don't, then I can't and I collage then I don't, then I can't, and I read, then I don't, then I can't.

I can't keep up with myself. I imagine that very few people can keep up with their desires, I imagine those who do, to be psychopaths.
They seem satisfied to me.

So what is it then? Is it ok to spend the day jerking off and playing video games?
What's to be said for discipline?

Oh its easy. The answer to all your questions is simple. What it means to you. that's it.

Am i doing the right thing?
Should I do more of this?
Less of that?
Whatever it means to you theres no time inside of time to stop time and figure out what to do with your time find out what it means to you and spend your day any goddamn way, I think I realize now as I'm writing this, I get upset when I waste the day because I probably won't get many and theres probably a lot more I should be doing with my life.