Been one of those days when I'm great at the beginning, but the longer the day goes the more and more frustrated I become. So now, at the very end, about to go to bed, I'm practically grinding my teeth. The worst part is there doesn't really seem to be any reason beyond my own emotional nonsense.
Plus, I haven't been able to focus long enough to read anything meaningful today, and the only things I managed to write were a short poem, a few self-indulgent bullcrap paragraphs on anonymity, and a bit of random **** that probably won't make any sense in the morning when I go to edit it.
Ugh. Time for bed. Better luck tomorrow.
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