I surrender.
So there you have it. I give up. I promised myself I wouldn't start writing in this thing, but I have no choice. I have been sitting in front of Calliope for over 24 hours, too tired to get any real work done, but too alert to sleep. With my cache of online resources expended, I have nothing to do but play games or write in this thing. So I choose the latter. Here goes...
I haven't gotten shit done on the magazine for weeks, aside from a few minor tweaks to issue 2. For whatever reason, my inspiration has been on hiatus lately. Maybe I need to get out of the house more often, or at least try and maintain some form of human contact. It's not uncommon for two or three days to go by without talking to anyone. I haven't gone out for coffee in ages, as I spend my nights sitting at home for no good reason. Maybe I should save up a few dollars and go buy a social life. I wonder if Wal-Mart carries those? Worth checking out, at any rate.
As nobody will be reading this post (or any other), it would be moot to bitch about needing material for the mag. Who knows. Perhaps I should take another 6-year sabbatical from working on it.
In other news, my phone rang today. JJ called and stopped by for a few minutes. And that's it. Nothing else fit to print.
By the by, I now have 1352 fonts installed on this bad bitch. I need a life.
Cheers!
I haven't gotten shit done on the magazine for weeks, aside from a few minor tweaks to issue 2. For whatever reason, my inspiration has been on hiatus lately. Maybe I need to get out of the house more often, or at least try and maintain some form of human contact. It's not uncommon for two or three days to go by without talking to anyone. I haven't gone out for coffee in ages, as I spend my nights sitting at home for no good reason. Maybe I should save up a few dollars and go buy a social life. I wonder if Wal-Mart carries those? Worth checking out, at any rate.
As nobody will be reading this post (or any other), it would be moot to bitch about needing material for the mag. Who knows. Perhaps I should take another 6-year sabbatical from working on it.
In other news, my phone rang today. JJ called and stopped by for a few minutes. And that's it. Nothing else fit to print.
By the by, I now have 1352 fonts installed on this bad bitch. I need a life.
Cheers!