Blerg.
Sometimes I think I'm pretty hot shit.
And then some mornings, I wake up extremely frustrated with my bloody lack of ability to write anything that's even remotely worth reading. I wonder who I'm deluding, and I suspect it's myself.
I'd like to achieve competence at this job some day.
Tomorrow's a day, isn't it?
And then some mornings, I wake up extremely frustrated with my bloody lack of ability to write anything that's even remotely worth reading. I wonder who I'm deluding, and I suspect it's myself.
I'd like to achieve competence at this job some day.
Tomorrow's a day, isn't it?