When I awoke today I still had such a burning image of where I'd ****ed up. It was like a compulsion, a nagging pain that kept stabbing me in the chest. Never did it want me to forget.
But some time has passed. And I can't revel in its glorious misery any longer. I must somehow ignore it for the time being.
I did actually allow myself to pull a (insert well known someone here) and post something out of emotion. Yes I mostly felt what I'd posted last night (technically earlier this morning). Thankfully the depression that so heavily bore down upon me is not contagious and doesn't appear thus far to be fatal.
Bad joke, my bad. Anyways I know I had deliberately or lazily forgotten an update post about the percent of editing last week so here it is.
Ignoring the horrible week I've had (who could've seen me saying that) and a couple wasted days... I can say that I'm nearing seventy percent completion. Granted I am stumbling a little more then I thought I'd be. But after that whole spiel... Well that's par for the course my dear boy!
So yeah. That is pretty much it for these somewhat useless conjoined posts. I wanted to offer you so much more this week but well.... Let's not get into it.
Enjoy your fourth everyone (and to those who don't live in America, enjoy your weekend anyways) I'll be back more then likely as time permits over the vacation with something. Hopefully.
- Rossini
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