Writing is boring. Boring and lonely and not fun. This may
be the worst job I've ever had, and I've had some doozies. It's just me, the
computer and the cat, and my Black Keys Pandora station seems stuck on an
endless loop of Jack Johnson clones.
Hah! I 'disliked' a wretched Ben Harper whine and got me
some Junior Kimbrough.
I hate when I step away from my computer long enough to have
to read a whole chapter before I can remember what the heck is going on.
Honestly, I just hate reading my writing.
And I especially hate when someone like this interrupts my ENTIRELY JUSTIFIED pity party with maturity and well-reasoned optimism, and leaves me with Don't Stop Believin' stuck in my head.
And I especially hate when someone like this interrupts my ENTIRELY JUSTIFIED pity party with maturity and well-reasoned optimism, and leaves me with Don't Stop Believin' stuck in my head.
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