I’m so unmotivated right now it’s dangerlously not funny. As a writer you always feel like you have to be writing something, doing something. Right now this week is a decision week for me. My job is coming to an end and I can either transfer or call it quits with them. Reality says I NEED the dough, but I hate the place too. 

Then so many changes have happened at my other job that I just wanna bail on them too because I feel like I’m being jerked around. The environment is not conducive to being productive or inspired at all. I’m a WRITER, what the hell am I gunna do in that setting?! Everyday I wake up thinking of how I can avoid not going in (I make my own schedule). It used to be so great with my first manager. She was the shit. 

Now I’m here sitting on my bed wondering what the hell to do with my life. Like WHAT do I do? Frig. This life shit really is some shit. Holy. I wanna blog but I need to change the layout, I wanna read but I’ve been reading blogs and thinking about my own. I wanna write but I have no idea where to start. I want to BE productive in all the ways possible but I’m so ridiculously on pause right now it’s even dumber than I thought.

Besides all that I just got back from LA yesterday and I don’t even feel like I gained momentum. It’s not that the trip sucked me dry it’s just that I come back and the decisions I put off before I left still have to be made. LOL. Whoever said vacationing was a good escape DID NOT finish the story. Jerks. 

And my suitcase needs to be unpacked which is a process I absolutely without a doubt in my mind hate to the core of my being. Putting away clothes is like the worst chore I’ve ever had to do. Ever. If I had the money I would hire someone to do my laundry. Plus the feeling of folding clothes edges my teeth, I dunno why. It just does. Weird.

Anywho, I’m out. I’m trying to go read, or write or do something other than sit here and type. Wish me luck!!

Peace.

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