Mornings = Crap = Stumbling Out of Bed = Bruised Toe
I hate mornings.
Honestly, I abso-fucking-lutely HATE them. If you didn't get it from the obvious title, my toe is now bruised thanks to my annoying alarm clock. Word of the wise: when your alarm clock rings, throw it at the wall instead of knocking it on the floor tripping over it. It's a mood killer to the extreme.
Writers block is really killing me too; I can hardly write a sentence without drawing a huge blank. Is writers block an actual block of the mind or really just an excuse to say 'Well I just can't write this'? Truth be told, I have no clue so that puts a damper on things, doesn't it?
Side note here but: SPELL CHECK I SPELLED DOESN'T RIGHT SO STFU.
Hmm....I think that sums everything up quite nicely :)
Honestly, I abso-fucking-lutely HATE them. If you didn't get it from the obvious title, my toe is now bruised thanks to my annoying alarm clock. Word of the wise: when your alarm clock rings, throw it at the wall instead of knocking it on the floor tripping over it. It's a mood killer to the extreme.
Writers block is really killing me too; I can hardly write a sentence without drawing a huge blank. Is writers block an actual block of the mind or really just an excuse to say 'Well I just can't write this'? Truth be told, I have no clue so that puts a damper on things, doesn't it?
Side note here but: SPELL CHECK I SPELLED DOESN'T RIGHT SO STFU.
Hmm....I think that sums everything up quite nicely :)