Chaotic days. People are calling in sick, and I can’t say I’m feeling energized at the moment. Knowing my immune system, that feeling will be gone tomorrow. Or maybe I just jinxed it, because that’s how it works, right?
Writing’s sliding again. Too much work, too many meetings with too many drinks. Anyway, onwards I guess. If you fail, try again. Yesterday is gone, there’s today, and if you fuck that up, there’s always tomorrow. What other way to live is there, really?