As that German guy didn't actually say, I need tea.
But no hockey of any size.
Anyway... I haven't slept well in over a week and now I can't seem to convince myself that I need to go to bed if I want to be active before mid-afternoon tomorrow. I can't afford to waste time tomorrow. I want to go outside and take pictures of Ashville in the snow. I want to start another novel that will become a tangle of clichés in the span of thirty pages like it always does.
I want to go to New York just for the hell of it, not to stand in a long line and wait for the consulate to close the window in my face or have my visa application rejected because my pictures are the wrong size or something like that.
I want my life to go back to not resembling my writing. But I don't want it to go back to where it was before.
Anyway... I haven't slept well in over a week and now I can't seem to convince myself that I need to go to bed if I want to be active before mid-afternoon tomorrow. I can't afford to waste time tomorrow. I want to go outside and take pictures of Ashville in the snow. I want to start another novel that will become a tangle of clichés in the span of thirty pages like it always does.
I want to go to New York just for the hell of it, not to stand in a long line and wait for the consulate to close the window in my face or have my visa application rejected because my pictures are the wrong size or something like that.
I want my life to go back to not resembling my writing. But I don't want it to go back to where it was before.