Nighttime.

Often at night I waste many-an-hour on the internet, doing absolutely nothing.
I like to read blogs and giggle at my laptop. Often there is tea present (decaffeinated). Or cocoa. Often my hottie cuddles my tummy and my heater hums. I don't even watch Youtube videos. I was never into that much. Sometimes I peruse news websites. Sometimes I look at Ryan Gosling pictures bc he is hot.
I feel that this post here should herald the end of such foolish time-wastings: I should instead spend my internet trawlings on useful things.
I should watch documentaries; become knowledgable in the ways of world. I am interested in the Bermuda Triangle. I once downloaded a feature on Bobby Fisher. (I was a chess player once). This seems like an effective way to spend time.
Maybe I should use Tumblr. My mom always says to my sister to stop tumbling, but I feel this may be a more constructuve habit than tweeting. Although I AM ON MY 999TH TWEET #TWEET. And I have not yet got my head around Tumblr. Although it is some means of creative expression.
I should draw more and paint, and be properly artisticly creative. Perhaps I shall invent typographies. Is that a thing? I like fonts. I remember when Ransom was my favourite font. Upon reflection, it was vile and hideous. I would like to make a font with cats everywhere. I also miss pastels. When I was young and did art classes, I would always enjoy smudging pastels, and was always the best at creating gradient colours.
I'd like to bake. (But baking spurns more eating, and this does not seem hugely necessary). Always had a baby dream of going on Masterchef. But considering I have not yet made my own pasta and have zero desire to, this seems like a silly fantasy.
Since my pre-teen days I have dreamed of going on Survivor/Amazing Race. I always believed in the hunkiness of Jeff Probst and the reality of Survivor. That shit was enthralling, bloodthirsty. I remember when Ethan, the sexy sexy Jewish man with curly Jew-curls, won season 2. My first celebrity crush? And Amazing Race. Phil! And now the Australian host! Grant! Where do they find these men?! I would love to travel the globe and bicker and fight and ride goats and camels and donkeys and eat worms, intestines, worm's intestines etc for the whole of Australia's delight.
I must read more. I was a readathon champ at primary school. This is a true fact. Now I do not read so much. Why? I am not sure. I am reading a very good book now. So let us hope this will trigger SOMETHING GREAT. (Ps I've always wanted to write a book also. When I was a little beb I decided my pen name would be Elizabeth Royal. Bc I have same initials DUR.)

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