Today has been impossibly hot. Soul crushingly, unmotivatingly hot. You have no idea how frustrating that is for me as a writer (not that anyone really cares, I'm just on a rant here). I'm hoping by the time Brad gets home it'll be cool enough that I can get at least a little writing done. Right now I want to lie down and do absolutely positively NOTHING. Well, I've been doing that all day. So I guess more of that?
It's supposed to be cooler back home, which means when I do get home I'll be wishing the weather was more like here. Son of a bitch. I'm never happy am I?
I have decided if Brad and I do go out tonight I am going to:
A) Buy that book about Queen Elizabeth I. It's like five bucks, can't go wrong with that!
B) Take pictures of some of my favourite places I've discovered in Toronto. Just for the hell of it really. It'll make me feel like the professional writer I want to be.
How come I always want to be something but never am? I mean, I'm always wishing for all these things and they some how never seem to become reality? I mean, my personal life is great. I am not complaining about my personal life powers that be so please don't mess up what I'm finally satisfied with. It's just the money/professional/career side that could use a bit of work.
Ok so, it's hot now and I want to take a nap.
Cheers
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