I have nothing to write about tonight. That’s not true, it’s more like I have nothing I want to write about tonight.
I’m tired, I’m worn down. I’ve had another in a growing string of stressful weeks at work. I want the weekend and I want it now. It doesn’t help that last night I managed to convince myself that it was Thursday when it was really Wednesday. That means today is not Friday. Urgh.
I want to play my guitar.
I don’t want to play my guitar.
I want to do something constructive.
I don’t want to do something constructive.
I have to go pick up one of the kids at the high school in about half an hour. Until then, I will stare at the walls trying to psychically convince the paint to peel. Wish me luck.