Personal Hell

Not a fan of this weather. It's like a July or August day has been misplaced in April. It's oppressive and I'm not ready for it and I can't even be outside and enjoy it because I've got this writing to do. This writing that is defeating me. A weekend spent in my stuffy little Tomb, staring at my netbook screen, trying to find the way home.

I dislike when the weather is nice. I don't deserve to enjoy nice weather until I can get my script in order. I don't deserve a lot of things until I can get my career on the right path.

Life delayed until I can get it together.