My rats just successfully published a blog post together, but I deleted it immediately because it made no sense. I let them walk around on my laptop’s keyboard a bit and watched them type random characters into the text box, but I did not expect them to hit “publish.” I do not know what message they are trying to communicate to the world, but I think they’ll need to take a few English courses before contributing to a blog.
I wish I had gotten coffee right after work. It’s way too late for caffeine now, but my evening could have been very productive if I had gotten coffee. I started working on a short story earlier today, and I felt as though I’d be able to write a lot more once getting home. But that didn’t happen, which is unfortunate since it was putting me in a good mood. I haven’t actually sat down and written a full short story for years, since I’ve been more focused on film. So I was excited about this. I thought, at the very least, I would watch a movie to get some visual inspiration for writing.
I guess I was burned out after work…too much moving around throughout the day trying to stay warm in that freezing building. And too many of my hypomanic socializing attempts with people. I fell asleep when I got to my room, after a few minutes spent with the blow dryer on me. My boyfriend called, which thankfully woke me up (I hate falling into a deep slumber this early), but now I’m just regretting my lack of coffee. Talking to my boyfriend has made me feel so depressed again, especially because of how depressed he is without me. This long distance relationship is so frustrating, to the point where we’re both like “Why are we doing this?” We can’t even be together for Christmas. Well, we can’t change our circumstances right now. I have a job at a creative firm in St. Louis and he has to finish his degree in Pennsylvania. We’re both doing the right things, but I don’t think we expected it to be this hard.
So here I am, not in the mindset to write my story or even watch a movie. Just feeding Corn Pops to my rats.