If you ever want to stop smoking, start buying clove cigarettes. They suck and smell like a campfire.
Due to a field trip to Stoney Creek, I didn’t write a single word.
Add in the fact my depression is going haywire and the want to write is even less.
On a positive note, I’m getting better writing on this shitty touchscreen, although the backspace key is my best friend.
I will write more. I have ideas outlines and things laid out, I have a problem writing when household chores aren’t being completed.
So starting college in a few weeks should make productivity suck ass.
Anyway, 7 loads of laundry and a mural aren’t going to finish themselves…