Tuesday, July 20, 2004
A surge of energy. Yes, I of all people have just experienced this amazing surge of energy through my entire right arm. Perhaps it's the AM talking, but I'm just in this amazing mood. Which is a far cry from what I have been feeling for the past year. I need to write, which is what I'm doing right at the moment, but I mean actually write. Something. A short story. A sentence or two. But I'm far too out of it to actually write. Tomorrow morning is when it will begin. Oh the glory. Oh the fucking glory. Yes, a curse word is a definite must have in my vocabulary in the AM. I feel like writing a song about the AM. Oh, this surge is too much for me. I will definitely regret writing this tomorrow morning, and probably smack myself in the forehead. And yet, I am willing to take that risk. All this happy "go-getter" bullshit attitude is making me nauseous. But I enjoy the morning vomit.
