in which K makes more excuses
With every post that I write that is not fic/writing, another bad no-good sad thing happens in the universe. D: Today it is my dog sitting on the floor ignoring me as I type my excuses. *FISTSHAKE*
I am vaguely flabbergasted at how having a deskjob saps you of the will to do any of the following: live, move, breathe. I came home yesterday and rolled around watching NCIS instead of being a human being. I HAVE BOOKS I COULD BE READING. *further weeping*
On the bright side, today's a day out doing a personal real-writing project that should prove, if nothing else, really interesting!
.. on the not-so-bright side, work starts at 830 tomorrow.
I am vaguely flabbergasted at how having a deskjob saps you of the will to do any of the following: live, move, breathe. I came home yesterday and rolled around watching NCIS instead of being a human being. I HAVE BOOKS I COULD BE READING. *further weeping*
On the bright side, today's a day out doing a personal real-writing project that should prove, if nothing else, really interesting!
.. on the not-so-bright side, work starts at 830 tomorrow.