Motivated Butterfly
Why do i get the feeling that the next few days will be hell? I slept nine hours straight with a garbled phone call in between. Don't you hate it when you can't remember the phone call, but you distinctly remember hanging up? You end up emerging groggily from your sleep, trying to recall why you're suddenly awake for no reason at all. and then you think, hrmm.. did i just dream i had a phone call?*sigh*
My eyes are gritty again today. And i have a chapter four to write. I hope that today will be a good day and i can write something decent - although i was a little concerned when i went and picked up a book and discovered this stupid author has already written stuff that is sorta kinda related. Which can be good and/or bad. But strangely i'm not upset today. I mean, I *could've* started spitting chips. i *could've* thrown the book out in disgust. I *could've* burnt the book and then sent an angry letter to the publisher and author. I could *even* have simply given up and tried to find a new topic. But i'm too lazy and tired to do any of that.
Here's hoping that I won't find too many things to distract me today.
Motivation, yes, that's what i need...
...Rolling along to the sound of motivation...
sheesh, now i'm starting to adlib to semisonic lyrics. =S
posted by Enigmatic Butterfly @ 10:31 am
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