I really don't want to be in the office today.
Sure, it's Monday. Of course I don't want to be here at my desk, waiting for something to go horribly wrong for someone else so that I can go and fix it. But it's not that. I want to be at home, chilling on the couch, writing. I want to be revising the Vagina Dentata script, and working on the novel. I want to be editing this week's RadioStar episode. I want to be doing *my* stuff... and the weekend went by so very, very quickly.
I'm spoiled, I know. But that doesn't change the restlessness. It doesn't change the wanting.
I want to be selfish with my time and energy, but there are bills to pay.
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The senseless ravings of a lover, poet, and lunatic. Granted the three terms are pretty much synonyms, but you can learn to deal with that over time.
1 comment:
damn bills! Just imagine what we could actually do if we didnt have to worry about them - not to mention the things we could see, and places to explore!
Now, if I can just get to where I have a better job, maybe then I wouldnt be so mentally bored. I can dream. Hopefully you had a good Monday - mine was, well... there.
-Sharon
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