And being behind.
I let stuff go off the rails yesterday. I could have done better, but I didn’t.
Blame it on lack of motivation, lack of sleep (another storm, another night up with Sofi Jo), lack of willpower, depression, hopelessness, fatalism, whatever.
But I shit the bed on everything but writing and drinking yesterday, so here we are.
Behind. In pain.
Pray for me, children. This headache shall not last.
Target: 900 words
Written: 1023 words, novella: The Mungk
Read: Unholy Night, Seth Grahame-Smith
Comics: The Wicked + The Divine 4-7
Music: Up From The Catacombs, Jane's Addiction