faded colors, pieces left incomplete.
Am alive. Am not, however, in good shape. The skin on the back of my heels is basically nonexistent, it has been replaced with open wounds that may or may not be oozing pus. My shoulders feel like they might be strained, I have a bruise at the bend of my knee that hurts anytime I move my leg, and my back is giving out. So, I'm in pretty fucking bad shape, I'd say. It's all my fault though, so I'm keeping my complaining down for the time being. If the back gets worse it might be a different story.
The funniest part of this is that I'm actually inspired to write. The first time in 2006 that I'm inspired, truly and thoroughly inspired, and I can't write. Any position I sit in where my hand can come into contact with paper is just horribly painful. I feel kind of like crying.
But life is not hopeless. Why? Football tomorrow! I've given in to the obsession, clearly. It just makes me smile, I can't help it. Manchester United v. Liverpool - which explains the actual joy I'm feeling, despite my body totally giving out around me. Also, speaking of things good, [ crash] by cosmic is fucking amazing. I don't know that it would make much sense if you haven't seen/don't know what Supernatural is about, but you can try. I recommend it very, very highly. And oh yeah, it's got incest, so if that bugs you, well.
Does anyone else hate being a writer sometimes? I swear I never feel as happy or as horrible as I do when I'm writing.
The funniest part of this is that I'm actually inspired to write. The first time in 2006 that I'm inspired, truly and thoroughly inspired, and I can't write. Any position I sit in where my hand can come into contact with paper is just horribly painful. I feel kind of like crying.
But life is not hopeless. Why? Football tomorrow! I've given in to the obsession, clearly. It just makes me smile, I can't help it. Manchester United v. Liverpool - which explains the actual joy I'm feeling, despite my body totally giving out around me. Also, speaking of things good, [ crash] by cosmic is fucking amazing. I don't know that it would make much sense if you haven't seen/don't know what Supernatural is about, but you can try. I recommend it very, very highly. And oh yeah, it's got incest, so if that bugs you, well.
Does anyone else hate being a writer sometimes? I swear I never feel as happy or as horrible as I do when I'm writing.