Shitting the cornerstone brick has never been this frustrating
I'm smashing my head at this computer trying to figure out the best approach to a review of Dead Space for the Viking. The relatively simple affair of "writing about a game" has turned frustrating. I keep editing obsessively and tying myself up. Now I have no faith in my skill whatsoever.
Maybe New-And-Goods will help:
- Cleaned the kitchen up before nine.
- Had a good psych appointment.
- Feel normal today, if utterly useless in front of a keyboard.
- Put two Hold Steady records onto a CD.
- Took a shower
I'm going to go play ten minutes of this game, write whatever the shit comes out and email it to this desperate fucking paper. And I'm going to try and be positive about it.
Right.