Dang. When it’s an easy letter like this, I feel even worse about the fact that I’m late and have absolutely zilch planned.
I think I caught a cold from my co-worker over the weekend, though. Does that count as a good excuse? I mean, I’m better now than I was last night (my sinuses were so clogged I couldn’t lie down, even) but it still goes all fuzzy when I try to finish up my class reading for tomorrow, and my attempts to finish up my paper tomorrow have been laughable at best. I mean, I did finish it, but…it’s pretty pathetic. Even for me.
BTW, in case anyone is actually reading this, sorry I flaked out last Thursday and didn’t post a myth. It was…uh…actually, why did I flake out? I can’t even remember.
Ugh. My whole blog’s been like this for months.
I gotta straighten my life out.
Er, that sounded bad.
I need to figure out what I’m spending my time on and start parceling it out better, because I seem to be neglecting literally everything except my writing and gaming.
Which, I suppose, explains where my time is going.
Ergh. I don’t really wanna have to cut out either of those, or even particularly cut back on them.
I wonder who I could petition to get longer days? Or longer weeks. I’d be good with longer weeks, too.
Enh, no, what I really need is a time machine. Or better still, a machine to stop time until I want it to move again. Though perhaps that could have some negative side effects…