There are just some days
For the past two days I've had a tune stuck in my head: It's my life by Bon Jovi. Normally, this would not bug me...but my brain has changed the beginning of the chorus from "it's my life" to "I hate my life". Again, not a bad thing except that's where it stops. It can't seem to morph the rest of the chorus into anything and, in fact, for a good portion of Monday I couldn't even figure out what real song it came from.
I don't exactly hate my life...I just hate the fact that I'm busy, busy, busy at work and getting busier every time I turn around.
Sunday and Monday were headache days and I realized that my absolute hatred for anything I'm currently working on writing wise probably has more to do with hormones than anything. Not only does PMS apparantly bring migraines and weight gain...as the icing on the cake it also comes with complete apathy toward writing.
I don't exactly hate my life...I just hate the fact that I'm busy, busy, busy at work and getting busier every time I turn around.
Sunday and Monday were headache days and I realized that my absolute hatred for anything I'm currently working on writing wise probably has more to do with hormones than anything. Not only does PMS apparantly bring migraines and weight gain...as the icing on the cake it also comes with complete apathy toward writing.