I guess my bed is my best friend. It always welcomes me with warm, open arms, swallowing me up and drowning out all my problems. At least until sunrise.
I wish I could sleep forever.
"I can't shake this little feeling I'll never get anything right..."
So productive today. Read a couple of chapters in the book I'm reading, typed eight thousand words in the book I'm writing, and did a four mile workout. I didn't get to cleaning my room, however.
Diet and exercise is still going well. Eight pounds so far and hopefully ten by Sunday.
Although I'm basically a vampire, I spent the day outside writing because it was too nice to be inside. It got a bit chilly toward the end but I was getting some good stuff done so IDGAF.
