I need to write a thing here soon.
Work and recent family responsibilities have been killing my creative hobby time.
I have been trying to finish writing down a dream in my physical journal for the past four days.
I dreamed the dream this past Friday.
Only half of the dream has been transferred onto the paper, and it really wasn't a terribly long dream.
Not the interesting parts, at least.
I can't count the number of times this summer that I have opened my journal to begin writing, only to have to close it immediately because some new or more pressing thing has decided to occur at that very same moment.
Staring carefully at CAD software all day really takes it out of you, too.
Mentally, at least.
I oftentimes just don't have the intellectual energy to sit down and write in the evenings, and I usually just default to playing some mindless videogame until I fall asleep.
It's really starting to frustrate me.
I miss writing so much.
I need more words in my life.
Although more women wouldn't hurt, either.