Despondent – I feel like hot trash and I can’t place it – I’m coming apart
It is becoming easier for me to write poems compared to short stories in response to WordPress prompts. I mean, it’s great that I am getting better at poetry, but I still feel like I am cheating. Poems don’t make me feel like I’m actually writing.
I probably feel like crap because I been consuming copious amounts of true crime stories lately. Or maybe it’s the alcohol. (alcohol gets blamed for everything – I’m blaming that on Jamie Foxx)
After my client meeting, I spent time cleaning my inbox. I hate when emails pile up. It just stresses me out. I feel like I forget stuff when that happens. I added follow up emails as tasks in Asana, updated projects and filed the rest.
A spattering of fireworks going off, but it was raining earlier so not as much – I recalled a lot more action last year, plus there wasn’t no COVID.
(double negatives rock!)
It sucks when you hear fireworks but can’t see them 😦
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