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.

March 19, 2007

So... tired...



I've been lax lately, but with round two of unhealthiness (had a week of break after round one, which was spent drinking and cavorting until round two moved in), spending several days in North Bay to a "friend's" ex move his shit out (she was picking up the little guy in Nova Scotia and wanted to make sure nothing went missing), and helping another one of my dearest friends with her break-up and subsequent move (which was today)....

I'm just all tuckered out.

And there's so much work I've fallen behind on, and emails I've forgotten, and... and just stuff.

I'll be glad to see March end. Although while April is lovely and full of unfulfilled promise, most birthdays seem to be haunted by badness this year, so I fear that the gods have terrible treats in store for me.

Christ, I hope not. I've just about reached the edge of my patience.

Fortunately, I have a massage scheduled at a fancy pants spa first thing tomorrow morning. It's a bright spot after a number of somewhat bleak weeks.

Ever wish you could just take a vacation from your life? Just for a tiny bit?

Even in my hedonistic, responsibility-minimized world of laissez-faire, little piles of bullshit sometimes crop up. And they're rather vexing little beasts.

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