I'm Supposed To Be A Writer
Aug. 6th, 2005 07:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sidravitale(I made this entry to another blog that I've decided not to follow through with.)
So, write. Dammit. Dammit!
Nothing. No ideas. No school yet. Did the reading for Environmental Law this morning. Good stuff, but the day just keeps going on and on and on. The library was closed, so no new movies for me to check out. Damn.
And I know this feeling. This is fly-caught-in-amber, this is pure stasis; I've been here before, and this is a bad, bad place for me. This is the place where I drink like a fish and can't stop because alcohol is the only thing that turns my brain off, even a little.
I feel like I'm in a cage, and I want to get out.
Jumpstart something. Come on. *rattles bars*
So, write. Dammit. Dammit!
Nothing. No ideas. No school yet. Did the reading for Environmental Law this morning. Good stuff, but the day just keeps going on and on and on. The library was closed, so no new movies for me to check out. Damn.
And I know this feeling. This is fly-caught-in-amber, this is pure stasis; I've been here before, and this is a bad, bad place for me. This is the place where I drink like a fish and can't stop because alcohol is the only thing that turns my brain off, even a little.
I feel like I'm in a cage, and I want to get out.
Jumpstart something. Come on. *rattles bars*