It’s Wednesday again.
It always comes back.
Wednesday.
It’s only Wednesday and I’m already overly stressed out.
And my brain won’t work.
It won’t write.
Or read.
Or anything.
All I want to do is sleep, and dream about things that won’t happen unless my brain starts working again.
Does anyone know the cure for fixing a broken mind?
I need to do some grocery shopping. There is basically NO food at my house.
I’m getting a gym pass today. Then I can get in a fight and win.
Just kidding.
I’m kind of freaking out about this stupid six month plan I had to fill out at work.
I also have this gnarly-ass cough. It’s been keeping me awake for a few weeks now. I bet it’s somehow life threatening.
I had this weird feeling I was going to die this year.
I’m going to write a book about a girl who thinks she’s going to die. Every day.
Now that I think about it, I think I started a story like that. But then it got boring so she died.
Died as in I forgot about her.
I wrote a bunch of pages and they disappeared. It’s those kinds of things that make myself pissed off at myself.
ugh.
I hope everyone is working hard on their goals!
