|Too many, too young.|
I barely did any fiction writing because I was kept busy by writing work. Though I'm not really going to complain about that. I had work to do. Woe is me. Yes it's pathetic to whine about something like that. So I won't. I can still, however, lament that I wasn't able to get any work done.
The upside of work is that I get money. The downside is that I need that money because on Saturday my phone finally broke. It's been going slow this past month and then I dropped it one time too many. Now all that money I worked so hard for is already going to get spent on a new phone. I didn't realise how much I counted on it until it was gone. Ain't that always the way?
On top of that I lost a necklace, broke things, have been dreadfully lonely all week, and had some other bad things happen that I don't really feel like going in to. I'm not very good at disclosing about my personal life. Especially my failures.
Yet I run a personal blog. Go figure. I hope your week was better than mine.