Why I'm going crazy
The more I write the more I see the frustratingly endless different ways that one thing can be written. Which alternative I end up with is contingent and eventually also random.
I talk to myself like the madmen you see in movies about New York.
Too much has already been written about the subject so yes, I try to dialogue but it's so difficult to say something that's probably already been said somewhere (but I can't remember where) in a way that sounds different.
I punch the keyboard and injure my already broken wrist.
Choices, choices, choices.
This is the first in a long time that I'm working the weekend: both Saturday and Sunday! But efficiency is another thing...
I talk to myself like the madmen you see in movies about New York.
Too much has already been written about the subject so yes, I try to dialogue but it's so difficult to say something that's probably already been said somewhere (but I can't remember where) in a way that sounds different.
I punch the keyboard and injure my already broken wrist.
Choices, choices, choices.
This is the first in a long time that I'm working the weekend: both Saturday and Sunday! But efficiency is another thing...