Before noon on a Sunday. Someone shoot me.
Last week went quiet as of Tuesday night and the story, and I don't know why. Rez has been sapping time and energy, but surely not that much... then again, having things to do every night has kept me distracted. I don't know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.
All this being social malarkey gives me so much that I want to write and so many grand ideas. But then it turns out that the only time I have to write those ideas is slipping away, until soon there'll be one night and an endless stream of sleep-deprived mornings when I can't write anything coherent at all.
Last week went quiet as of Tuesday night and the story, and I don't know why. Rez has been sapping time and energy, but surely not that much... then again, having things to do every night has kept me distracted. I don't know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.
All this being social malarkey gives me so much that I want to write and so many grand ideas. But then it turns out that the only time I have to write those ideas is slipping away, until soon there'll be one night and an endless stream of sleep-deprived mornings when I can't write anything coherent at all.
- Current Mood:Tired. Still.
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Fuckit. Spent the day playing with power tools. Still don't feel right. Woke up too early to sleep properly. Roll on next weekend.