God, I'm bored. I'm sitting at the kitchen table listening to stuff I've listened to a hundred times before. I want to write but it would take far too much energy, so I'm typing instead. So not only am I bored but I'm lazy too!
Brad is working overtime. It's almost eight o'clock and he's still not home. Different eras of history are running about in my head, what I could possibly write about. I would love to write something wonderfully serious, but I doubt I have the talent. I think I might have delusions of graduer, with all my wishes to become a best selling author. I doubt I am that lucky. I'm only lucky when it counts, which means it involves health, possibly relationships (I mean, ok my record of relationships is kind of crap but, dare I say it, this one seems to be going not to terrible. I actually love this one and he's like a big ol' cuddly teddy bear whom I adore.). My friends are good. I suppose what I mean is that I always have good luck when it comes to my personal life. My professional life on the other hand is something else entirely. I've never been very good at working. I'm a nervous person and so get stressed very easily. I say stupid things when I'm nervous. I dunno. I just need to have at least one thing in my life go well. I mean as far as some sort of profession goes. This will be a repeat of last night's entery but I do pray that I will get this thing read and published. That's all I want right now. All I ever think about. I mean, it's that, the trip to Paris and spending time with Brad. Those are the three things that are constantly on my mind. Please God help me!!!!
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