Trying to catch up on some writing during this legitimate sick day from work.
I've got a lot of chores to do to get ready for the work week and even more writing to do to meet deadlines. It's a hardknock life for me.
I don't know what to tell you. I've just been down this past week. What the heck is wrong with me? I have zero motivation to do anything. Usually, I can't wait to get home, especially on the weekends, and just spend all of Friday night and Saturday day writing or working on my Web site (mind some minor adjustments in that regard, by the way), but not this week. Instead, I blew off my writing partner -- I had a legitimate reason of course -- and stayed in to finish Mallrats. Not the best movie in the world, though it has its charms. It's the movie you were thinking of at the end of every conversation where you said, "This needs to be in a movie!"