Doo-doo-la-la-la
Yeah, so I have like thirtyeleven different things I have to do today at work...and I just can't force myself to. No motivation whatsoever. All I want to do is write. I have a storyline, I have plot points, and now I want to use them. I don't want to make spreadsheets, or write thank you cards, or mail out flyers. I want to be creative. I want to do something that I want to do, and I don't want to have to listen to anyone to do it.
Damnit.
I was so ready to write more of Staplegunned last night, but then Stacy saw me on Myspace and called me and had to chat, so I couldn't write and chat at the same time. Ugh. I love Roonie, but when I have the motivation to write, I gotta hit that while the iron is hot, y'know? Gah. So far this morning I've gotten some written while at work. Shirking duties is a good thing when you're actually making progress on something else.
I texted Kyle yesterday afternoon to ask him what his schedule was, but I never got a reply. So either he didn't get it, or he doesn't know my number and didn't reply because he didn't know who it was. Which sucks because it means I'll actually have to CALL him. I hate calling people. That's the thing I'm dreading most about dating. The phone calls. Ick.
I love the song "Don't Bother" by Shakira. It's just awesome. I wish I could sing like that. So fucking awesome.
I'm out of things to say and I have a fic to write, so I'll bitch and moan some more later. Kthanks.