a writer writes

Well, what I said about being on schedule with my paper is no longer accurate. I've fallen behind. I think it's stage fright, a fear of failure that grips me. I've got the outline staring at me. All that needs to be done is fleshing things out a bit. Gotta just write. Just gotta do that.

And stop wishing it was already Thursday.
Wishing I was in a better position.
That I was done with it already.

Dang it.
I hate it so.

Writing, writing, writing

It's Saturday and I feel like I'm a bit pinched for time to finish this paper. Not really... It's a weird feeling to be ahead of schedule. A bit unsettling actually. I know that in a week I'll be done with this semester and have gobs of time on my hands. But I'm sure that I'll get stuck in some project, that will keep me occupied through the month long break and into the next semester. But I'm hopeful I can get through this paper and move onto the next "big deal" without too much drama.

Cheap Gas, Short Memories

I filled up my gas tank tonight. Only $22 for 13 gallons of regular gas. A couple of months ago it was $22 for half a tank. I plan to keep the mileage on my car low despite falling gas prices. I wonder if other Americans will do the same? Hopefully people will continue to save their trips and reduce their gas consumption. A part of me knows that people will start driving more again and the next fuel shock will have them saying, "What the hell is this? Why is gas so expensive, we should invest in higher mileage vehicles." It's all so stupid.

Sunday Morning Blues

I went for a jog this morning to get any soreness out from yesterday's race. I've had breakfast. Now it's time to start working on my research paper. The mega paper that's due in a little over two weeks. It would be nice if I was further along. That would make my life a lot easier. Procrastination is a bitch though. And so is working full-time. Balancing work and school is tough especially when everyone around seems to be enjoying their free time and I've got to focus on research.

Joey Cushman 5k

I ran the Joey Cushman 5k this morning. It was a great race for me and I'm really glad I did it. I just wish my training wouldn't always end up injuring me in some way. I didn't really prep for this race because I knew if I overran I'd pull, twist, or cause myself to ache before I even got to the race. I wish I could run consistently for more than two weeks without developing some kind of injury that interrupts my training, my flow, my regiment.

"Get a fucking car!"

I got heckled on my bike the other day. I was heading home earlier than normal so I caught the tail end of a school zone's slow hours. A beat up van from 1987 pulled up alongside me. The passenger - a nasty white trash ho, leaned out her window and shouted, "Get a fucking car!" It took me about two seconds to fire off a comeback: "Suck a fucking dick!"

As the van eased by, I could hear that she was agitated from my remark but I couldn't hear if she came up with anything coherent other than "Waaaaaah!"