Buu..
I once wondered if it was possible to look forward to a weekend and hope for good things to come, only to be disappointed each time you turned around.
Yeah, it's totally fucking possible.
1) Those who shall remain nameless, you know how you've disappointed me and I hope you feel bad. Violently, disgracefully bad. I won't name names but you sure as hell better know who you are.
2) I actually had a decent Saturday (washed the car, did laundry, walked the dog, cleaned my room, packed for con, made pasta salad, finished the gifts for photographers at AN and got two chapters from two different stories written), but I still feel like I failed a little. I could've gotten much more done but once I get distracted on weekends, I'm fucked.
3) Depressing text messages and random phone calls that only worry me and make me want to drive across international borders to make things right. The only problem is, I'm pretty sure what I would do when I got there constitutes murder and kidnapping.
4) THE GODDAMN COLD, WHICH CAN SUCK MY LEFT TESTICLE. IT'S MAY, KTHNX. FROST WARNINGS =/= KOSHER TEMPERATURES FOR THIS TIME OF YEAR, K?
That's probably it for now. I'm going to try to salvage what's left of my weekend by writing a little bit more. I should have another chapter of Sitronsun posted to my writing journal by midnight, if anyone's interested. I kinda srsly doubt they are, though. No reviews = a lackluster start.
Maybe I should just stop writing. Or I'll keep writing for myself because I enjoy it and stop posting it for unappreciative idiots on the Intarwebz.
Yeah, it's totally fucking possible.
1) Those who shall remain nameless, you know how you've disappointed me and I hope you feel bad. Violently, disgracefully bad. I won't name names but you sure as hell better know who you are.
2) I actually had a decent Saturday (washed the car, did laundry, walked the dog, cleaned my room, packed for con, made pasta salad, finished the gifts for photographers at AN and got two chapters from two different stories written), but I still feel like I failed a little. I could've gotten much more done but once I get distracted on weekends, I'm fucked.
3) Depressing text messages and random phone calls that only worry me and make me want to drive across international borders to make things right. The only problem is, I'm pretty sure what I would do when I got there constitutes murder and kidnapping.
4) THE GODDAMN COLD, WHICH CAN SUCK MY LEFT TESTICLE. IT'S MAY, KTHNX. FROST WARNINGS =/= KOSHER TEMPERATURES FOR THIS TIME OF YEAR, K?
That's probably it for now. I'm going to try to salvage what's left of my weekend by writing a little bit more. I should have another chapter of Sitronsun posted to my writing journal by midnight, if anyone's interested. I kinda srsly doubt they are, though. No reviews = a lackluster start.
Maybe I should just stop writing. Or I'll keep writing for myself because I enjoy it and stop posting it for unappreciative idiots on the Intarwebz.