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Feb. 21st, 2002 10:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thebitterguyI'm tired. Which makes sense, it being 10:30. I've been sitting down to write tonight, and in between procrastination and plain scatterbrainedness, I've done maybe 500 words. Feh.
I want a drink and to relax. This thing is taking bites out of my life. I'm gonna die at 30.
Christ. I went to friggin' Journalism school. Deadlines? I MOCK deadlines! So why is it I'm suddenly constipated? I keep wanting to write something ELSE (Bitter Guides, this, reviews), and I feel guilty about it.
Christ! People do this for a living? I'm going insane!
I want a drink and to relax. This thing is taking bites out of my life. I'm gonna die at 30.
Christ. I went to friggin' Journalism school. Deadlines? I MOCK deadlines! So why is it I'm suddenly constipated? I keep wanting to write something ELSE (Bitter Guides, this, reviews), and I feel guilty about it.
Christ! People do this for a living? I'm going insane!
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Date: 2002-02-22 04:55 am (UTC)I'll tell ya a secret. Swear you won't tell anyone else? Swear?
Nah.
I shouldn't tell you. Not in public here. Too many prying electronic eyes!
Hey!
Date: 2002-03-16 10:22 am (UTC)Brad:)