I’ve been editing for hours. I stayed up until 3am last night getting this website started. I keep going, and going. I set up this and that, and then when I can’t set up the other thing I research for a while, until I either succeed or put it on the list of “Things My Mom Needs to Help Me With.”
I keep going. Chugga chugga chugga CHOO CHOO!
What’s so strange about this is I’ve had no motivation to do anything at all as of late. None. I’ve been sitting around at home, alone or with the roomies, on the computer more or less all the time. Ok, ok, I know, I’m still on the computer. Making a webpage requires being on the computer, ok people? It’s better than staring blankly at Facebook. Where was I? Right. So suddenly my Mom gives me the idea to make this blog of sorts and I can’t power down.
I feel like a 5 year old (I often feel like a 5 year old) who won’t move until you give her the right toy. You place toy upon toy in front of her and she just screams and stays in her place. But then you put that one randomly-for-some-reason-special-to-her toy in front of her, and she’s an angel you don’t have to care for. She just gets into her game.
Am I making any sense at all? God, I need to stop staring at this screen. But I’m so close…