Setsuled's Journal

Dinna manage to sleep through the fucking Super Bowl.

Gods I hate football. I hate it so much. Maybe too much.

I've been feeling pretty ucky for the past week. I think I need to realign myself. I sense the best way to do this would just be to get back to work on my novel. It's been a couple days . . .

I'm having one of those phases where everything I say or write feels to me like exactly the wrong thing.

Now what kind of attitude is that? I need to relax and I need to above all stop being so fucking self-conscious . . . I need to just immerse myself in what I'm trying to make.

I've gotta stop worrying about worth and think more about . . . trivial things.