I was looking at some pictures of myself from Christmas and I noticed that I have this whole new bonus chin.
I don’t like it one bit.
I was thinking that if I grew a goatee or a full beard it would disguise this layer of fat.
It occurs to me that I should be happy that I can’t grow facial hair, but all the same, if I were a man I would stop shaving today. Instead I will let someone else finish the pan of brownies.
Or maybe I’ll just buy a nice scarf.
I think I’ve been a little off of my game recently. Not just blogging, but in general.
Yesterday I told my neighbor I would be convinced I had seasonal affective disorder if I were sad at all.
I’m not sad.
I’m just tired. Tired and lethargic. Getting out of bed is exceptionally difficult each morning, but once I am up I am fine.
I guess I am having trouble with motivation.
I quit my job a couple of weeks ago. Then I went on vacation. When I got back I was just tired.
Or something.
So it is especially strange that after three weeks of feeling “tired”, and waking up with a throat that was so sore I could barely speak, I was suddenly motivated.
I am ready to go again.
I am back.
It is amazing how much writing I can get done when I have housework to do.
It is ASTOUNDING how much housework I can get done when I have a writing deadline.
