And here I thought I was going to actually output something today.
I mean, I threw like three whole things onto the draft pile. The draft pile where “draft” means vague idea, very rough outline at best. And that’s something. At least, in the future it’ll be. But right now? Zero impact. Guess I would’ve done better to just go for a walk today or something.
Funny, yesterday’s post got me all amped up about actually putting pen to paper again. And here we are, the very next day, not very motivated to do any of that. What’s my excuse this time? Well it’s a Sunday of course! Who actually gets things done on Sundays? Heathens, that’s who.
Someone save me from myself.