"Ergomania" I found this on my computer today and think its kinda interesting

I wrote this around Christmas 08. I literally had gone outside once or twice that month, because we were under such strict deadlines with our movie. I felt warped. Never doing that again.

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Today I went outside for the first time in a week. It was refreshing. I went out to get the mail, I've been expecting a check for weeks. Nothing was there but a poorly designed ad for some local show, band or something...i don't remember much. How could I focus on any words, staring into that hideous neon pink paper. As I stood, the screaming sirens of a fire truck rang into my ears. In a flash they pulled into my complex and ran inside. I was baffled thinking "There's no fire here...". Just then my attention was shifted as the door of my apartment blew from its hinges carrying me into the street. "Well that was exciting" I thought as I attempted to move my legs, with no success. My initial reaction was to laugh...So i did. And out came a quick chuckle accompanied by, I'd guess, at least 2 fluid ounces of blood.

I had been numbed by the tedious repetition that had consumed my life for months. Sitting, staring, constantly contributing to carpel tunnel and metacarpal boss. With no help from the bilateral ganglionic cysts that plagued my hands to begin with.

Numb. My mind constantly forced to observe without feeling... Completely numb.

So as I lye, stuck in my mangled body, twisted and turned in a puddle of blood. My eyes affixed to my burning home. I routinely imagine my cursor cruising into view, moving things around, adjusting the size and hue of the flames, that continue to destroy my lively hood. For this moment, I can scrub through the timeline of life, re-living my liberating plunge to the street, and seeing myself quickly wither away as everything fades to black.
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