so much to say.
the block has hit me again, but this time i know why and i know that there's nothing that i can do about it just yet. and that sucks. there's so much going on right now, and so much i SHOULD be doing and even more that i SHOULD be doing that i'm not doing because i'm already doing too much. boo. i'm tired a lot recently and sleeping earlier, but i'm tired when i wake up so i don't think that its helping.
and now the spurts.
every now and again i'll catch an idea, or slow down my day long enough to think, but i'm never in the right place with the right equipment...i need to get lil' fat and black* back but they don't sell them at the borders around here.
It was suggested that i carry a tape recorder, which is a good idea and would be great if 1) i didn't hate the sound of my voice on tape to the point where i can't even make out the words i'm saying over the sounds of my disgust for myself and 2) i actually had a tape recorder (that worked) or the money to buy a tape recorder. but...i guess that's just me holding me back. ...whatever you know.
I am : sore. tired. sleepy (which is different from tired according to me and since this is mine, DEAL WITH IT!) and just...not interested and, although that's normal, not being interested, it's starting to slow my progress toward finishing school soon and i can't have that. ... how do you get interested if you're not though?
eh...enough of this.
my clothes must wash ...and dry.
AND WHY IS IT SO DAMN HOT IN THIS APARTMENT?
i'm wearing a jersey and shorts and i'm SWEATING!