It’s 2:38, and I’m awake. I hate when that happens. Pretty much every night, around this time, I get up for some inexplicable reason. Since writing has pretty much taken over all of my free time, I end up either blogging or writing in my journal. I’ve tried watching porn, but it really doesn’t do it for me these days. I’m sure this is only temporary, but you have no idea how irritating the ability to rub one out can be. I’ve got a lot on my mind, and I’m thinking (hoping) that once I’m published, I’ll be a little less keyed up. Being a surly xantippe is not the move. I also don’t want some dude telling me how over the course of 90 minutes, he can solve all my problems with his penis.*
It’s Monday, and though last week was hellacious, it was so for the purpose of getting two of my bosses out of the country. Mission accomplished, so I should be able to occasionally hear myself think. The plan is to revamp my desk entirely, so that when i do have to pack up and move offices next year, it will be a smooth transition. I plan on being out of the office during the big move.
I think I’m slipping into slumberland…finally.
*I pray for those who don’t get this “Family Guy” reference.