I was supposed to get lots of things done since I put them off while the writing frenzy was going on but like most of my good hearted plans- it didn't happen. It's colder than a witch's tit outside that's why. So I paid some bills and tinkered while talking to no one.
"Hey self how's it going?"
"Oh about like that."
Isn't great that you always have yourself to talk to when there's nobody else around? Yeah living alone has it's perks. Unless I'm mad at myself and give myself the silent treatment. That sucks. I can always turn on the TV and tune out.
How the fuck do people blog about their lives when they don't have one?
Sometimes I wonder if I'm the only one reading this.