I’ve got to say, I just suck as far as writing is concerned lately. I rarely feel like doing it. It sucks how muh time I spend at work thinking, I wish I was home writing, or something, but when I’m here, all I feel like doing is wasting time and feeling bad that I have to go back to work. I watch way more television. I sit at the computer and just randomly look up things. Yet even though I have all manner of ideas I want to write, I don’t do squat. It depresses me even more than I already am.
I have this short story I’ve been working on that I’ve told myself “don’t write anything else until it is done” but maybe tomorrow I’ll do some poems or something, just so I’ve accomplished something. For now, I’ll randomly stick up another one of my old articles. That’ll do for now.
Daze is not a word.
At least, as far as I know.
I’ll not look it up.
Also, it was Kipday yesterday. I hope you all made the proper sacrifices.