Goddamn it.
Apr. 24th, 2011 11:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosI started out today in a good mood, feeling great and ready to write.
I ended today curled up in bed with my cell phone and my cat because they were the only two things in my apartment that weren't disappointing me, having written barely a word on any story because all I could think when I sat down at the laptop was that it doesn't matter what I write because I can't get published anyway, feeling even more miserable because everybody on the planet seemed to be off eating chocolate and attending mass, and also I'm nauseated and headachey and I can't even nap the sick feeling away.
... so, yeah. Go fuck yourself with a rusty chainsaw, Zombie Jesus.
I ended today curled up in bed with my cell phone and my cat because they were the only two things in my apartment that weren't disappointing me, having written barely a word on any story because all I could think when I sat down at the laptop was that it doesn't matter what I write because I can't get published anyway, feeling even more miserable because everybody on the planet seemed to be off eating chocolate and attending mass, and also I'm nauseated and headachey and I can't even nap the sick feeling away.
... so, yeah. Go fuck yourself with a rusty chainsaw, Zombie Jesus.
