But I hate feeling like I am just one more writer with confidence issues. It’s so cliché and uninteresting.
We made it to 100. Thanks for hanging out.
I cannot write because I have a cold. I need to conserve my energy.
I’ve decided to work from bed today.
“Let me be alone with my bad attitude.”
“Let’s start by going around and saying our names and an uninteresting but amusingly presented fact about ourselves.”
Getting through the morning took a full day’s worth of effort.
“But I don’t like writing!”
“Few people do, bud.”
I mean, aren’t y’all tired?
My smiles have been fake all day and now my cheeks, in addition to my soul, hurt.