I had two great and busy days and then today I died.
I’ve spent 98% of today curled in a ball with some variety of words in front of my face.
Just so tired. And braindead.
The previous two days were good. I wrote new scenes both days. (Progress!) I didn’t hate everyone. I actually did things. I even left the house.
I went to Guardians of the Galaxy Volume 2 last night and it was fucking perfection as I expected. I was of course wearing a Star Wars shirt for May the Fourth. I kind of felt like I was cheating but it was worth it.
Vol 2 had one of my top 5 favorite songs of all time as kind of a minor theme and I was stoked beyond belief.
Those movies give me life.
I’m out of words now. Off to bed.