Hello. The last time I did something like this, I became an insane person. But what the hell? I just spent the whole day in my PJs reading a book I didn't like to avoid roommates who aren't even that annoying. Maybe there's just a part of me that wants to sit down and close the curtains and forget. And there's probably a part of me that despises that part of me, but today I just couldn't summon it. I am weirdly content. I'm weirdly okay with this. So maybe I have exhausted myself more than I have realized.
Maybe if I keep typing I'll stop feeling bad about how strange and awful and gray and full of mistakes today has been.
But I don't think I actually believe that. And maybe that's why I'll never be a true writer. I can't get myself to believe that I can truly progress through my language. The mess gets smeared around, but nothing's actually cleaned up. And a mess that can't be mopped, no matter how beautiful, is not very motivating.
Okay! So...
Weird things that I did today:
- I walked around in Dublin in the dark and rain with no money and had a very long, weirdly angry imaginary conversation with my parents.
- I made music on my laptop in front of my roommates and acted very far-away and nervous.
- That's it.
Ideas for my short story, which I might have to write very soon:
- A girl slowly becomes a hag and becomes very distant from her friends.
- A babysitter uses honey to treat the excema of the kid their babysitting. But this honey makes the kid rapidly age over the course of the night.
- Two naked people in a tree bond over thier strange situation, and there's a shadowy figure beneath them who they're hiding from.
Doubling My Wasted Time
(Tune in Progress)
The Most Annoying Sound I've Ever Produced If We Aren't Counting My Bad Donald Duck Impression
(Tune in Progress)
Storage! So My Laptop Isn't So Terribly Crammed With Open Tabs!
Movies and Plays → Broadway Theater Archive!
