Wednesday, April 21, 2004

Bad, bad couple o' days, friends. Bullshit at work, still haven't gotten last thursday's paycheck, too much rain again, and just this fucking malaise that won't quit. Can't write, which is goddamned killing me. Keep sitting down with the same thing I've been hacking on since I got to Jet City and the words just keep getting staler & staler.

I think, seriously, I'm kidding myself about this writing gig. I may have to collapse the blog and toss my laptop, 'cause, really, it's all just getting a little goddamned depressing.


Go to bed.

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