|Self-Loathing Journal or, Pressure? We Don't Need no Stinkeen Pressure!
||[Feb. 10th, 2004|09:33 am]
Wish I had that R. Crumb cover iconized, but what the hell, the office is not a good place to be making the pointless little buggers anyway.|
So, it seems I have little fear of public (or "public") humiliation. It's been what - a week? - since posting the opening shots of Shabathawan and I have found excuses (however lame) to stay away from the word-processor ever since.
Bitching at strangers on one of my groups? Check.
Re-activating my hotornot account? Check.
Real writing? Er ... "How's tomorrow for you? My people will call your people."
Fucking hell, what is wrong with me anyway? How did I become so god damned lazy?
All right, enough with the god damned rhetorical questions.