13….03….13……poetic enough title for today’s entry.
Frustrated because my it is 5pm and I have to tap into my creative knowledge to form eloquent sentences and piece character to scene to dialogue BUT—my eyes are droopy, my mouth parched—because I have just inhaled a whole back of potato chips without thinking twice—shame shame for not following through on my nutrition/fitness regime. Quitting carbs is a mortal sin!
Also, don’t you hate it when you have a massive project that you want to devote your heart and soul to—but you have put it aside to complete ‘grown up’ priorities. I have too many things on plate yet I feel as though I am still not doing anything. This is when you really need a golden ticket to cash out—my wish, an-extra-10-hours-added-to-a-day coupon!
Eyes, stay awake. Body, go burn that fat. Fingers, type. Mind, think.