I’ve been dieing for some time alone to write down all things things on my mind relating to my series. I got that chance last night and I blew it. I got to my regular working spot, ordered by pint, and opened up a Google doc. I was completely blank. Nothing going on upstairs whatsoever. I tried to make some lists and then decided I should go through some old papers I’d written. Then started talking to someone and the bar and just gave up on working. I stayed out too late, drank too much, and didn’t get any work done. Today I’m hung over and feeling sorry for myself. I think I’m just going to run with it. I declare today pity party day.
Pity Party
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