today was an interesting day.
i had a good weekend.
i did shit.
i went places.
saw some people.
it was cool.
monday comes around and it started off okay.
i called out because i woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
used a personal day to get my mind in order.
i really wanted a nice 3 day weekend to get this book in order.
i know its going to be the extended verision ( x this ) and ( x this ).
i want it to have drama and lots of good sex.
hell ive been listening to this song on repeat all day:
well i noticed halfway throughout the day,
i started to come down slowly.
“um okay whats this?”
it was like i was starting to crash from a good high.
a roller coaster.
a car moving slowly towards a truck.
it was also the realization of going back to deal with this idiot bitch tomorrow.
i tried to speak positively to myself.
“glow” and all that good shit.
i even went back to the conversation i had with home girl on friday.
nothing could make me remotely happy.
i hate that this gig has turned to “this”.
a war zone.
always constantly having to watch my back.
“is she gonna attack from the front or the back?”
i signed up to work.
not play “duck – duck – stab a negro” some thot with a mental deficiency.
okay you know what?
“i will have an amazing day tomorrow”.
one more time.
“i will not strangle that rabid animal with my phone cord tomorrow.
i will resist all urges to backslap the cum out her throat.
she is a pleasant being shining with light and almighty peace.
i love my troubled sista in christ.”
inhale through the stomach.
exhale out the mouth.
i think that helped!
who am i kidding?
no it didn’t.
i’m just going to focus on this book tomorrow.
one of my readers suggested i write biographies for the characters.
i will do that tomorrow then.
give myself a deadline for friday.
i don’t even have a name for the lead yet.
the “future” is the only thing keeping me sane at this point.