I really don’t want to write tonight.
My brain is on overload.
Maybe I’ll just skip a slice.
Would anyone really notice? Would anyone really care?
I’m so tired.
I don’t want to sit in a chair in front of a screen for another second.
I would just be missing ONE day.
Out of 31 days.
But it’s day #25.
I’ve made it this far.
I can’t miss a day.
It just wouldn’t be right.
So I sit here and try to write something.
It’s not good.
It’s not thoughtful.
It’s not meaningful.
But there is writing on the page.
I guess that’s something.