4 weeks down and 2 to go, then I can finally get a new job! Whoo hooand just when I was getting used to this cabin fever thing. But like jail I guess you can get used to any situation so long as you're in it long enough. It is still unbelievably boring when you realize you've gone a couple days without speaking aloud, or only to the Xbox. The oddest thing is I thought I'd be writing more since I've been brutally sober all this time and I tried to relate my writers block to my drinking or smoking, but I still can't put any good ideas down on paper. So I'm moving closer to getting a new job, but the career is still going nowhere. I haven't really written anything since "April" 2002maybe it was a fluke I wrote what I did, I'm beginning to believe that more and more. I've come to terms that it won't be coming back soon, now I'm wondering if it'll come back ever.
So to sum things up: can't go anywhere and can't do anythingBLAH
So to sum things up: can't go anywhere and can't do anythingBLAH
~cheers