whiski_sour | Last night a DJ saved my life

Okay, not really, but wouldn't it be cool if one did?

Went with Mummy and Hammie to Walmart. Always an adventure. Around one this afternoon I started feeling really bad. Like tired sick. So I came home intending on taking a nap. But, I didn't. I just vegged in front of the tv watching Bleacher Bums and She-Devil. Evidently that was almost like sleeping because I didn't feel too bad after that.

That was pretty much my day. Not very active or interesting. But, I do have the energy to write about writing.

I finally got an idea of what I'm going to do for the writing contest my mom told me about. I've still got like two months to submit my entry. So we'll see how this goes.

I didn't write at all while

hobbitgal was out here. I should probably get on the stick, huh?

Sometimes I wonder if anything will ever really come of anything I write. I keep reading other things and think, "Wow. This is really good. There's no way my writing is as good as this." Hell, there's some fanfiction that I've read that made me think that. Not quite a boost to the old ego, but then again, not much is.

Everything I've written on one of the untitled ones I started just before Carrie came out is getting completely scrapped and redone. And, it was just a small part that I thought was going in the middle, too. But, it just wasn't fufilling the vision. Then again, nothing ever really does.

I suppose I should quit my bitchin' and get something done, yeah? Yeah.