Everything hurts, my head, my right arm, my neck, my shoulders, my house, (because it is so grubby), my sheets, (because they are so over due for washing), my mouth and me-I’m just tired. I have been editing since before 8am today and it is now 9:41, and I think I may try to fit [...]
And that’s about all I have to say that is relevant. I have been hammering out the final videos for the app, and while it is torturous, the end is near. And then what?
I posted last night, but it didn’t post- a new kink in this one year endeavor.
I woke up with resolve today, after a very odd nights sleep and going to bed pretty grumpy with a nagging sore throat that I had been trying to ignore on and off for two days.
I simply do not want to write tonight, I am beat, the app is dragging on and on, and all I want to do is eat more take out Chinese even though I am already full.
And here I sit at the end of it, writing, trying to think of reflections or insights worth noting here.
