this is how my life works. i spend two days doing absolutely nothing of consequence. the two days i have off i waste practicing, reading short stories, doing laundry, and watching “kingpin.”

you will notice that working on my short story isn’t on the list.

now, that i’m at work with 398 things to do by like tomorrow the only thing i can think about is my short story and how very much i was at home working on it.

it’s so hard to write here at work when i want to be working on my own stuff. this propaganda just isn’t as fulfilling to write as my little story about faith and schmitty. i can’t even seem to get worked up about all the impending deadlines, even though everyone is freaking out. to me it just all seems so unimportant. it’s such a refreshing change of pace that will probably revert back to my normal freaked-outness by tomorrow.