I'm really fucking irritated.

[apocalypsos]

I don't even care if I sound whiny. But I'm still sick and I have a headache and I'm getting really sick of losing days when I could be writing, when I'm too busy curling up in a ball on the couch feeling like utter shite.

And let's not even get started on my brain's complete inability to write anything else until I finish GPW. I can't even write story notes on the other stuff because I feel awful and gross and tired.

AND there's my other frustration, which is that I feel like every idea I'm coming up with is the same as everything else. I mean, they're not all the same -- I know they're not, logically I know that much, and yet my brain keeps going, "Your ideas are all the same and you suck!" *sigh*

Also the weather's crap, but you knew that.

Yuck. Yuck, yuck, yuck.

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[ralob.livejournal.com]

*hands you a bowl of soup*

*hesitates*

*hands you a bottle of Smirnoff*

There, one of them has to make you feel better. :D