Shut Up & Write

You love it. You loathe it.
Either way, you can't help yourself. You are one of us.
(You are also a masochist. But that's OK.)

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Struggling (and more often fighting) writer by trade, and office monkey when I need to pay my bills. It's an enviable life.
I know, you're probably a little jealous now.
It's perfectly understandable.

April 5, 2006

Bleeeeeeeh.


As much as yesterday (and the day before) was filled with ambition, eagerness and even energy, today I feel completely soggy.

I went to the gym last night for almost three hours, then came home and -- despite my current trend of trying to eat significantly less -- scarfed back a quarter of a bag of Smart Food. I went to bed early, trying to switch up my sleeping patterns (so I could get up early) and still overlsept.

What the hell is wrong with me? I feel completely lethargic and disinterested in just about everything. Listless. Like I'm waiting to wake up.

It's a horrible feeling to suspect your life actually seems to be happening to someone else. I've never liked being an observer, and I'm impatient as hell.

I hate being on the sidelines.

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