Being in chronic pain is bullshit.
Thanks for coming to my TED Talk.
Picked up my glasses Monday. Grabbed a pair of jeans from Cato's. Arrived home and didn't want to take another step.
Ye olde body was done.
By noon. On a fucking Monday.
Plans for my short story?
Blew up.
You can lead a mind and body to a book, but you can't make them fucking write it.
Tuesday.
I never count because of Spravato.
Which leads me to today.
It's Wednesday, right?
argh
I feel like I haven't accomplished anything this week, and that weighs on me. Annoys me. Harshes my mellow.
Mid-week plans: write on my short story.
That's about it.
Thank God I'm not performing brain surgery.
