Excuse Me Whilst I Blather
It feels like I’m running in place, running another dent deeper into the ground, and now I’ve made myself sick again. Lately I’ve been doing nothing much else but sleeping. I think I got too mentally overwhelmed with things. I got personal shit, mixed with a long “to-do” list, and this damn book is going to be the death of me.
To Do or Not to Do
There’s been much to do — stuff being done and yet to be. Much junk in my head I want to pursue, and will.
I just wish I had enough days, or hours where I can find myself awake to get some momentum. What can I say? I try.
What’s Going on Out of the Box?
Before I talk about my bitchen new watercolor box that I’ve been meaning to post about for a while now, I’ll give you the goings on about what’s happened in the last week.
Hours and Hours
Sometimes, my brain fills with blood and anger thinking about how many hours I’ve racked up concentrating on needless worries, obsessing on useless tasks, trying my hand, desperately, toward futile goals. I suppose you don’t figure this shit out until you’re old. What the hell am I doing?? Where did the time go?