First, you should know that I have a new iPod. Her name is Evangeline, Evangeline, I think I love you. Okay, it’s just Evangeline. Eurydice is dead. Probably wasn’t such a good idea to name her after a Greek chick who died not once, but twice (sorta). Anyway, her problem might be the battery. Now that I’ve got a new iPod, I think I’ll try to replace her battery and see what happens.
Anyway, it’s 10:30 here at Supergenius HQ and aside from the writing I did for work I got bupkis done today. I’m having a hard time with the adjustment. I come home from work and the most that I can do is kick ass at WordTwist and stare at the wall until I go to bed. I’ve been meaning to write a review of The fan-fucking-tastic Gargoyle for about a fortnight and have I? No. Same goes for a short story I owe Dale.
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot people? This blows! I didn’t have this problem when I was at Hell, Inc. I keep trying to tell myself that my brain is just gonna need a little time to get used to the new situation. It’s kind of used to having a leisure time and now it doesn’t have that kind of time. The brain’s a muscle, right? Perhaps mine has gotten incredibly lethargic over my 10-months of total slack.
I keep dancing around the idea that maybe I need to become a morning person. Because if I get up early, I could write before work. But I’ve just never been much of a morning person. I seem to do better, at least creatively, between the hours of like 9:30 p.m. and 12:30 a.m. However, that schedule is not conducive to me being present and attentive at my daily 8:45 a.m. stand-up meeting.
A lot of times I just chalk that up my nocturnal nature to being undisciplined. A disciplined person could make themselves a morning person, right? Or is that total bullshit?
P.S. If I had more capacity right now, I’d have totally made that whole Eurydice-battery-replacement hooha some sort of metaphor for my problem. But I didn’t.