FRO 2012: BWA

I’m sitting in my room trying to write this monologue, distracting myself by watching the election, playing the piano and listening to opera music. I don’t know why I’m even doing all that. Maybe I’ll write about one of them. The election? No that’s really boring to write about. Piano playing is fun. I do it sometimes, usually to procrastinate. Maybe I should become an opera singer, but I guess you have to know how to sing opera to become an opera singer. Wow this monologue sucks. As I’m writing this monologue I’m still trying to think of actual topics I could write about for another monologue, but in the back of my mind I know that I’m going to end up using this one. I wonder what kind of person or people will perform this if someone but me ever performs it… probably not. Now I’m tired and far too lazy to even consider starting another monologue, not that I could think of another topic, so this arbitrary mental rant will just have to do. Do you hear that listeners? That’s the sound of me wasting your time. Goodnight.