Hark! The sloth speaks, and it has become a full time cynic

As almost always, I write to avoid work just a little bit longer. After what can only be described as my most testing semester after coming to the US (which is not saying much since it is only the second), the summer vacations started with the unexpected discovery that I have the next four months to myself (and that was more than a month back), in no useful way I add. And that brings me back to the idea of work. I find my work to be most interesting but blame it on the summer, I do not feel like working. I will not dwell on that topic any further. It is boring. I am boring. I believe I belie notions. I believe that I am interesting. I believe I fool myself. I believe I should be committed.

There I think I have satisfied all my ego for one post. I have decided to stop trying to be smart and dazzle people with my literary skills. Fuck that. I have suffered a loss. I have lost the will to write. This draft goes along with the several others that I have started and yet never went beyond a measly paragraph. But I hear brevity is the new thing. Intelligence I was told long back is measured in silence and brevity. Well so is ineptness. But I suppose we make believe whatever sounds right to us. Whatever that makes us look good. So here is what I have done; picked up all my previous drafts and made one big one out of it. Brevity is not my style. But who really cares.