My Muse Is Failing
Oh I have absolutely nothing to say worth saying.
This is funny to me, though, as I have a plastic Shakespeare sitting on my desk and acting as my muse. An action figure Shakes, to be exact, complete with hardbound volume and detachable quill! Bends at the elbows, but nowhere else! But then, all he ever does is write anyway . . .
I've just agreed to work two jobs this summer: I'll come back to Columbia two days a week to do stuff with Bluecross Blueshield, and then the other three days I'm in Greenville I'll go back to my hooligans at daycare. I've never had two jobs at one time, and I've never had to commute almost 2 hours to get to work either. This should be fun (read: only 'cause I'll be making money).
See, that was really boring, but I warned you. *glares at Shakespeare* I think I need to find a replacement muse. This one's broken.