Or maybe I'm the strange one. It's been a crazy few weeks. Nothing of import but everything important. I'm being vague, I don't know what to say. I'm not busy right now, at work doing a whole lot of nothing even though I'm sure I have a lot of other things I should probably doing. I finished writing/editing a short story the other day. I felt somewhat accomplished but not really accomplished at all. I could have done it faster, maybe better. Do other people feel like that about the things that they do? I suppose one should not feel like they things they do aren't good enough. I think I just feel rushed, like a work of art should take a lifetime instead of a few days/months/hours. I see a decidedly small amount of progress in the things I do though, which is good. More work = better work. BUT.... I'm exhausted. My hips hurt, my back hurts, my neck hurts. I'm watching Game of Thrones and I'm an addict. I'm not so happy that they are straying from the book more and more each episode but I'll live with it. Maybe I'll reread the books. When are those new ones coming out again? Soon I hope.
