Nocturnal
I hate the morning, I really dread it. I can't stand getting out of bed, I feel sick. I want the covers up and over my head to shield me from the day, form the light, from the noise. And it's not even noisy in my house. I feel sluggish, heavy, thick and supremely unmotivated to do anything. It's the absolute opposite at night. Around 9 or 10 pm I feel fired up, ready to go. I want to jump up and start a load of laundry, do the ironing and dishes, mop, dust sweep! And write this crap. The book says I should do it every morning first thing, even if that means I get up early to do so. I can't face it. I don't have it in me. My clock don't run that way. Also I'm supposed to do three pages, but it takes me painfully long to write anything longhand. It seems so permanent and lasting. This is so easy, I type furiously, never even looking at the screen, thousands of typos, run on sentences, who cares. I don't have to think, there is no censor, no one reads this but me, not even the husband knows I have A...*shudder*...A blog! That's cause that's not what this is, really. Not like the blog-o-sphere type of blog. I do have tow links on there so I can hop to my two favourite pages.
perhaps I should delete them, since it's really pointless, I can type them in the searchbar myself. Is there anyway that they could find me since I linked to them? I have no idea how this here interweb stuff works. I only know that once the sun goes down, I feel active, and I type this crap. I get ideas, and I want to draw things, write down stories for the little boy, whatever. Daytime is not a time. I get nothing done. I can't believe that I'm going to be caring for an infant in two months! I have to get up at 5:30 am. But money money money, need the money.
and I like the baby, and his mom.
blarg.
I'll most likely delete this in the morning, but we all know that'll never happen, because, duh! Morning!
perhaps I should delete them, since it's really pointless, I can type them in the searchbar myself. Is there anyway that they could find me since I linked to them? I have no idea how this here interweb stuff works. I only know that once the sun goes down, I feel active, and I type this crap. I get ideas, and I want to draw things, write down stories for the little boy, whatever. Daytime is not a time. I get nothing done. I can't believe that I'm going to be caring for an infant in two months! I have to get up at 5:30 am. But money money money, need the money.
and I like the baby, and his mom.
blarg.
I'll most likely delete this in the morning, but we all know that'll never happen, because, duh! Morning!
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