I announce I'm going to write. Then, my husband, who is concerned for my mental health, says,
And I'm all,
|"You only live once!"|
And, "Fine then, how about..."
|There's nothing as cool as bubble wrap. Seriously.|
So he shrugs and sits down to play videogames, and this way we're kinda together, both having fun.
So I go write, and I try to stop at lunchtime and it's like I'm
So I just keep working and eating whatever food is left on my desk from breakfast and eventually I hit the end of all things:
And by that point, I'm as sad a state as these guys:
And the pattern repeats...
Have a great weekend guys!