Wake up. Get dressed. Get food. Think about showering. Walk back to the room. Plan to write. Browse Tumblr. Think about reading more Hemingway. Remember another assignment. Plan to work. Look at Facebook. Tweet a little.

I live every day the same exact way. I can’t seem to break the lethargic cycle and it is killing me. It’s like Groundhog Day all over again. Except that was yesterday. I think I missed an opportunity for comedy by not repeating my tweets from yesterday.

Look back at yesterday’s tweets. 3.

I need to make more observations. I need to work harder at all of this but I just can’t get myself moving. I’m depressing myself just sitting here I should be living but I am forgetting that.

Check Facebook. Nothing has changed. Open link to an article that won’t change who I’m voting for.

What the hell am I doing? What am I not doing? I am sitting here using technology that can send people to the moon and here I am not using it for anything.

Read article.

I slept for 12 hours the other day. But it wasn’t just the other day it was every day. I need to remember that I am telling a story with my life. I may not find any part particularly interesting but I that’s because I am in a slow point. This is where the hero has his revelation. Where he get’s depressed and goes out and does something about it. Where he takes proactive control and gets things done.

Post to Tumblr.

Every time you break out they add another 20 years to your sentence.

And I will never live long enough to spend all of that time in prison. So what’s my motivation for staying locked?

Don’t you ever get tired of the same old song and dance? You commit a crime; I stop you. You go to jail. It happens every time.

Honestly, I’d love to stop breaking out of prison but first you’d have to stop locking me up.

He stopped the car at the gate and the guards came to get me. They tied me to a gurney so I couldn’t slip away. There was no point in breaking out right now. Not with him here. What would be the point? I’ve gotten out before. I’ll get out again. They would try harder to keep me there but that was all part of the fun. Why shouldn’t I keep at it? I wasn’t meant to live behind stone walls. No. Order and confinement won’t do. And the rest of the world shouldn’t have to live that way either. They can’t see the cage they live in but I do. I just want to free them from their socially built prison of rules. Is that so bad? It’s just no fun stuck locked inside here. It doesn’t matter that he will lock me up again as long as I can get out and spread a little madness.

 I am chaos. No prison can hold forever.