grimjack

There aint no question about it. Im in a stinking rut. Yeah, the excuse of being sick does help ease the pain a bit. But, I've been fucking up quite a bit as of late with my own personal goals.

1.) Havent worked out in a month and a half. Sickness shit...almost believable.

2.) Havent done a single bit o'writing, save for this paltry journal. That includes my novel and my two screenplays.

3.) Havent done shit to clean up my room. I did clean the house however. But my room look like a fucking tornado hit it. For months now.

I look around and see other people living their lives. And I'm farting around, like I've been doing for the past, oh, 15 years or so. THATS what's scary. Yeah, I've got a job that pays well (even if I'm not all that happy with it). Yeah, I've got friends that want to hang out with my dumb ass. Yeah, things could be worse. So, why the hell do I feel like things could be better? I blame video games....and my ex-girlfriend. And my college. And everything else except my own dumb self. OK. Enough of this shit. Im going to do some work RIGHT FUCKING NOW. After I play Call of Duty for 5 hours straight.