Things.
12 years ago
I hope ya'll know what a muse is, because I'mmabout to say something about them as a whole.
I hate them.
I really do, or at least, more specifically, I hate my own muse. For the last...five weeks? Maybe more? Something has been scratching at the inside of my skull looking for a way out. The worst part is, there is no way out for it.
I bought some sculpty yesterday, the standard kind, and some tools. And after two hours of streaming me rolling up little balls, I realize I had nothing. So I made a floppy wang and hit my worktable with it. Wood again wood, if you will.
I'm told I can read good. Er. Well. But I can't seem to actually think in that sense. EVEN WORSE, I've been complimented on being a DM. The only problem is that I wind up too tired most nights )jajaja physical labor(, or no one's around. Because I need to give them, like, two weeks warning.
Not sure what this journal was meant to do. Probably something close to attention whoring, but that's ok. It's par for the course, here in paradise.
I hate them.
I really do, or at least, more specifically, I hate my own muse. For the last...five weeks? Maybe more? Something has been scratching at the inside of my skull looking for a way out. The worst part is, there is no way out for it.
I bought some sculpty yesterday, the standard kind, and some tools. And after two hours of streaming me rolling up little balls, I realize I had nothing. So I made a floppy wang and hit my worktable with it. Wood again wood, if you will.
I'm told I can read good. Er. Well. But I can't seem to actually think in that sense. EVEN WORSE, I've been complimented on being a DM. The only problem is that I wind up too tired most nights )jajaja physical labor(, or no one's around. Because I need to give them, like, two weeks warning.
Not sure what this journal was meant to do. Probably something close to attention whoring, but that's ok. It's par for the course, here in paradise.