Not So Fresh

I almost cried this morning when I heard the grinding of construction tools in my living room. It's so unfair to be subjected to this crap day after day. In retrospect, I should have gone to the beach, but by the time I thought of it, it was too late to go. Maybe I'll make it out there on Thursday.

My not so fresh feelings from yesterday seeped into today. Sometimes it sucks to have a brain. Because the more I think about it, the more it doesn't go away, which isn't helping me to forget about it and move on. But I have definitely hit a hard spot inside of me. A spot that isn't budging no matter how much I pick at it. And I need to stop succumbing to habit, because that is only making my hole deeper as I analyze what I think is going on and really have nothing to go on. So I'm mad and angry and so indignant in a martyr-like way I even disgust myself. Enough.

I have made a pseudo attempt at starting my film, which means I've thought about starting to work on it. Of course, inspiration, much like my period, comes at the most inopportune times when I am busy doing other things and don't really have what I need to deal with it. I just have to hope I remember what I thought earlier when I have the time to write it down properly, with pictures and stuff. And of course, now would be that time, since it is still relatively early in my universe, I'm at home, no one is calling, and I have a minimum of other stuff to do. So what do I choose to do. Blog. Yep, that's right. Because the world will end if I don't spew my guts all over the information superhighway everyday, or even several times a day. God, I'm pathetic.