Yay, thunderstorms!
I'm so tired.
You know that bone-weary kind of tired?
It's not even 8 PM and I want to crawl in bed and go to sleep.
And the thing is, there is no real reason for that.
Well, ok, depression makes you want to sleep, I know that. And my blood tests show serious lack of iron and B12, and lack of B12 doesn't really help fighting depression...
But hey, you try sitting alone for 9 hours, doing abso-freakin-lutely nothing. And I'm not talking surfing the web aimlessly nothing, I'm saying NOTHING, as in, I don't even have a computer.
I'm counting the minutes till the day ends. Literally. All 540 of them.
And stupidity makes my muse head for the hills, so considering there are no hills around, it's gonna take me a while to get her to come back.
I do however have plot bunnies. I want to write. I see stories again - I can see them playing around in my head. But I just can't get to sitting down long enough to actually write them.
It's progress though, I guess. I think it's cuz of the winter. Rain always inspires me, and I do have a thunderstorm kink, I know, but I just love watching lightning and listening to thunders with a good cup of tea. That's usually when my muse comes back to me.
Only I'm so goddamn tired after work. 9 hours of boring solitude and stupidity, and 3 more for the ride there and back, I'm just wiped out.
I have to find a new job. I just have to. I can feel my brain shrinking. And I can't write, which sucks out loud, cuz I think I'm finally ready to start posting again. Now, if only I can write again...
Oh, and I do have a new bunny.
A John-Wee!Sam story I'll probably add on to the Picture Perfect 'verse. Wee!Sam is totally squishable in it.
*sigh*
I actually miss writing. But I can't. I can't write. I'm too tired to hold onto an idea for longer than it takes me to write the concept.
Damn it.
You know that bone-weary kind of tired?
It's not even 8 PM and I want to crawl in bed and go to sleep.
And the thing is, there is no real reason for that.
Well, ok, depression makes you want to sleep, I know that. And my blood tests show serious lack of iron and B12, and lack of B12 doesn't really help fighting depression...
But hey, you try sitting alone for 9 hours, doing abso-freakin-lutely nothing. And I'm not talking surfing the web aimlessly nothing, I'm saying NOTHING, as in, I don't even have a computer.
I'm counting the minutes till the day ends. Literally. All 540 of them.
And stupidity makes my muse head for the hills, so considering there are no hills around, it's gonna take me a while to get her to come back.
I do however have plot bunnies. I want to write. I see stories again - I can see them playing around in my head. But I just can't get to sitting down long enough to actually write them.
It's progress though, I guess. I think it's cuz of the winter. Rain always inspires me, and I do have a thunderstorm kink, I know, but I just love watching lightning and listening to thunders with a good cup of tea. That's usually when my muse comes back to me.
Only I'm so goddamn tired after work. 9 hours of boring solitude and stupidity, and 3 more for the ride there and back, I'm just wiped out.
I have to find a new job. I just have to. I can feel my brain shrinking. And I can't write, which sucks out loud, cuz I think I'm finally ready to start posting again. Now, if only I can write again...
Oh, and I do have a new bunny.
A John-Wee!Sam story I'll probably add on to the Picture Perfect 'verse. Wee!Sam is totally squishable in it.
*sigh*
I actually miss writing. But I can't. I can't write. I'm too tired to hold onto an idea for longer than it takes me to write the concept.
Damn it.