And then I won’t have to think ever again.
Grr. I’m stuck. I’m stuck in a rut. I’m stuck like a rat in a rut. And it’s the worse time to be stuck like a rat in a rut because the clock is ticking and this deadline is looming over my head and all I can think of is the freedom I’ll have in a few days. But I can’t be free until I actually finish doing this and I can’t finish doing this because I’m…you guessed it…stuck.
Forgive me, it seems that I’m always complaining about my work. I don’t really mean to. It’s just I’m in that mood where for about 10 seconds I think I’m amazing but then for the rest of the day I feel like all I’m doing is crap. No wonder most artists escape to that happy ignorance alcoholism brings. Sometimes I wish I could too, except (1) I hate the taste of beer, (2) I hate the smell of beer, and (3) I absolutelly hate it when I vomit and therefore I try to avoid everything that makes me want to vomit and that includes getting drunk.
Haaaaay…paano? paano na ang pangarap ko maging national artist? haha. wala lang.
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