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nico1908I posted the next chapter of my WIP this afternoon, but as of right now, feelings of accomplishment have yet to materialize. There is so much fantastic fanfiction and so many wonderful writers out there - what makes me think I have any business among them?
It's one of these days...
...where I'm seriously considering smoking a cigarette - which would be absolutely asinine, because after more than ten years of two packs per day, I finally gave up smoking on October 27th of last year. I don't know why, but sometimes I miss smoking, just like I miss girls' nights, with booze by the gallon and topics of conversation whose outrageousness increases with every bottle.
Oh well, don't mind me. I swear, those depressions get worse every month! I wish that damn menopause would hurry up and arrive and relieve me of those moodswings. They are so fucking exhausting, it's not funny - although the energy rush once I'm past mid-cycle feels incredible.
I guess I'll have to resort to my oft-proven mood enhancer: a good shot of Grappa and an hour of good old British metal. Oh, wait - don't have that much time. Need to go to bed now if I want to feel halfway like a human being tomorrow morning. Work starts at 7:30 a.m. ... Oh, who gives a shit!? *reaches for the bottle*
...where I'm seriously considering smoking a cigarette - which would be absolutely asinine, because after more than ten years of two packs per day, I finally gave up smoking on October 27th of last year. I don't know why, but sometimes I miss smoking, just like I miss girls' nights, with booze by the gallon and topics of conversation whose outrageousness increases with every bottle.
Oh well, don't mind me. I swear, those depressions get worse every month! I wish that damn menopause would hurry up and arrive and relieve me of those moodswings. They are so fucking exhausting, it's not funny - although the energy rush once I'm past mid-cycle feels incredible.
I guess I'll have to resort to my oft-proven mood enhancer: a good shot of Grappa and an hour of good old British metal. Oh, wait - don't have that much time. Need to go to bed now if I want to feel halfway like a human being tomorrow morning. Work starts at 7:30 a.m. ... Oh, who gives a shit!? *reaches for the bottle*
