I'm always a bit late on reaction times. I'll realize it's a new year in about a month or two.
But back to the first part. Boredom. So much. All over the place. I am literally out of activities to do in the house, and it's winter in Northern Ontario so I can't even go out and have a walk or anything.
Also writer's block. No surprise really. I have turned into a stagnant pile of mouldy flesh, what kind of inspired stories and adventures could come from that?
Photo of the previously described author.
Thankfully school starts again soon. Never thought I would actually say that. Though I am in film school so, you know, it's actually fun to be there. Not bragging or anything... just sitting over here... living the dream...
Or I would be, if I wasn't stuck at flipping home all flipping dang day and night >: (
Also everyone on 8tracks has terrible, terrible taste in music.
But I guess that's enough complaining for one night.
5:03 am. Signing off.
