Shall we do the "Oooo fall is sooo pretty" thing? Okay...fine.
Isn't it lovely?! *yawn*
While everyone else swoons about fuzzy socks, warm sweaters, colorful leaves, hot cocoa, and pumpkin spice EVERYTHING...I sit here with a scowl. Soon I will have to surrender my flip flops, my capris, my short sleeves. I will turn another year older in less than two weeks. Boo to that nonsense. How can I be almost 42? This is some kind of joke, man.
I'm cranky. I have been all day. Not really sure what my problem is. Bleh.
I was writing for awhile, doing prompts each day that were making me feel like a writer again. Well, kind of. I was flexing my creative muscles and it felt good. Even if the 10 minute pieces were crap, I was happy to be back in that place again. But it seems these days, work sucks me dry of all ambition. I almost fell asleep on the couch at 6pm....THAT is how truly exhausted I am. I love my job at the hospital, having to use my brain all day is a welcome change from the mindless drone of a cashier I am at the drug store. But dude...I am beat.
I'm hoping the words start coming forth again, that the weariness eases and allows the creativity out once more. Just writing this is exhausting. For reals.
Okay so I'm whiny...shut up..lol...here look at some pictures of my night at Lumiere...
