Good morning, Readers!
Surprisingly, based on the title of this post, this is not a political rant about the dwindling funds for education, nor is it a rant against the state of education in general. It's all about me, and how I didn't do my homework...
Again.
No, I didn't make up my word count last night like I wanted to. In my defence, it's because I got home and promptly fell asleep for a couple of hours. Then I woke up, completely brain dead, because my body demanded food. So I fed it, fluffed around on the internet for a bit, then went back to bed.
I was tired, apparently.
The problem with that two hour nap was that it made it impossible for me to get to sleep until quite late last night (well, that and I got a random call from Carbondale, IL. Which I didn't answer. I didn't recognise that number and, unless I have it in my contacts or the caller ID is something exciting (fingers crossed for a publisher!), I don't ever pick up. Also, no offence Carbondale, but that's a horrific name for a town. I digress). So, of course, I'm brain dead this morning as well.
Not literally, obviously, or I would be typing this post. You'll forgive a little hyperbole, won't you?
In any case, my brain started working a mile a minute, and I'm pretty sure I wrote an entire brand new novel in my head last night, but I only vaguely remembered it this morning. Something about a girl and lots of fighting and dying. Or something (Of course there was lots of fighting and dying. It is my speciality, it seems).
Surprisingly, based on the title of this post, this is not a political rant about the dwindling funds for education, nor is it a rant against the state of education in general. It's all about me, and how I didn't do my homework...
Again.
No, I didn't make up my word count last night like I wanted to. In my defence, it's because I got home and promptly fell asleep for a couple of hours. Then I woke up, completely brain dead, because my body demanded food. So I fed it, fluffed around on the internet for a bit, then went back to bed.
I was tired, apparently.
The problem with that two hour nap was that it made it impossible for me to get to sleep until quite late last night (well, that and I got a random call from Carbondale, IL. Which I didn't answer. I didn't recognise that number and, unless I have it in my contacts or the caller ID is something exciting (fingers crossed for a publisher!), I don't ever pick up. Also, no offence Carbondale, but that's a horrific name for a town. I digress). So, of course, I'm brain dead this morning as well.
Not literally, obviously, or I would be typing this post. You'll forgive a little hyperbole, won't you?
In any case, my brain started working a mile a minute, and I'm pretty sure I wrote an entire brand new novel in my head last night, but I only vaguely remembered it this morning. Something about a girl and lots of fighting and dying. Or something (Of course there was lots of fighting and dying. It is my speciality, it seems).
Douche bag brain is a douche bag. (Image courtesy of haveyouseenthisgirlstories.com (click image for link))
Needless to say, I'm really very tired this morning. I'm not sure I'll get much writing done today because my brain feels so numb and I feel so tired. I don't understand. Why do I feel so tired? I eat enough. I exercise a fair amount (less so now as training is on hiatus) and I sleep regularly more than seven hours a night. It makes zero sense. Maybe I'm one of those freaks that needs nine or more hours sleep a night?
Alright, new pact with myself; bed no later than 10:30pm.
I've always been this way. I could never stay up late, not even in my teens and early twenties. When people like me were supposed to be going out and having fun and things (I believe it's called "partying") I was in bed. This is why I made so few friends! Seriously though, I'm so boring you have no idea.
That's what happens when most of your life is lived inside your head, I suppose.
Le sigh.
So, today I am going to attempt to break the three thousand mark. Then tomorrow I'll only have to write two thousand to make my weekly goal. I can do it!
Ciao!
Alright, new pact with myself; bed no later than 10:30pm.
I've always been this way. I could never stay up late, not even in my teens and early twenties. When people like me were supposed to be going out and having fun and things (I believe it's called "partying") I was in bed. This is why I made so few friends! Seriously though, I'm so boring you have no idea.
That's what happens when most of your life is lived inside your head, I suppose.
Le sigh.
So, today I am going to attempt to break the three thousand mark. Then tomorrow I'll only have to write two thousand to make my weekly goal. I can do it!
Ciao!
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