I once read that alcoholism is more prevalent among authors than any other profession. From my experience, I can understand why. I never want to write when Im happy, but when Im down, I feel so much more creative.
So today, Im writing, why? Because I'm in a sour mood for some reason. perhaps it was because I slept crappy. Stupidly, i snacked a bunch before bed, which never makes my nights enjoyable. SO i had crazy f-ed up dreams and then couldn't wake up in the morning. i suppose it didnt help that i was reading for work until about 130.
anyway, i'm lonely and confused and unmotivated. and there's a guy with a super nasal voice in a salmon colored (bright salmon) shirt sitting across from me and I think i need to go have lunch or something because man oh man that guys shirt is killing me.
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