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This morning I have a mental block, or writer’s block, whatever you call it.  There’s nothing to write about.  I’m sitting on a comfortable swivel chair and the table is just right but the mind has nothing to bite.  I had better write about nothing or spend the rest of the day reading.

It’s 2 p.m. and I haven’t read anything.  I might as well think of the past.  But I can hardly remember anything. . . . past be damned.   I only know I was a shy boy and still I am.  Four months from now I am 21.  Oh boy, how long will it take before you realize that as long as you’re shy, or pretending to be a moron, people will take advantage of you because  shyness, to them, is a form of weakness?  Now I remember (but the images are vague) that my stupid, moronic classmates in high school and in college looked at me that way and they took advantage at every opportunity.  I understand it now because students are morons in general.  That’s all for now; at least I’ve filled out this page like an application form for a job.  Hey, did I tell you I’m a fresh accounting graduate looking for a job?  But that would be for another entry.