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once again, probably more than you want to know about the workings of my brain.
The last time I woke up after having gotten six or more hours of sleep was this past Saturday. I feel five days straight operating on four or five hours of sleep explains a lot, and keep reminding myself that the grim conviction that I'm never going to finish writing anything ever again is probably mostly the sleep-deprivation talking. Sleep-deprivation and the fact that--as I keep suddenly remembering--I'm moving this weekend, ahahaha AWESOME.
Anyway, what I really wanted to say: every time I answer a comment on my last post, which I am still doing as of today because I'm slow like that, I regret--in a specific, gnawing way, the same as when I reread a story I wrote and see how it could've been better--I regret not making the subject line this ain't a meme, it's a god damn time waste.
For the record, though, that is not what's keeping me up at night. So that's something.
Anyway, what I really wanted to say: every time I answer a comment on my last post, which I am still doing as of today because I'm slow like that, I regret--in a specific, gnawing way, the same as when I reread a story I wrote and see how it could've been better--I regret not making the subject line this ain't a meme, it's a god damn time waste.
For the record, though, that is not what's keeping me up at night. So that's something.