A day to grumble
Today has been a good day on the whole. I’ve done everything on my list of ‘things to do,’ but I’m stiff feeling unsatisfied, which is unusual. Normally when I have checked everything off, I’m able to relax. It’s probably down to the fact that the writing I have done for my novel wasn’t anything fantastic. The idea I had for the chapter was great, but the writing seems stale and lacking in a lot of things. I know, I know, we all have our off days. I reckon the weather has something to do with it too. It’s so bloody miserable out there. If the same writing situation had been on a sunny day, then I imagine that I would be feeling a lot more chilled out.
Going out tonight for the first time since moving to Stockton. A couple of years back, going out was a once in a blue moon occasion. Staying in a working was much more important than socialising. I thought it was a waste of time to go out, spend money on overpriced drinks and listen to shite music. I’m dead excited about tonight though. I’m excited about going round to my sisters and having Pen curl my hair. I’m excited about seeing my friends and sipping diet coke through a straw watching everyone else get wreaked, knowing in the morning, I’ll have a reasonably clear head.