I Sound My Barbaric Yawp

Today I felt a little brokenhearted.

I felt stupid.
I felt trapped.
I felt lonely.
I felt listless.
I felt the guilt that comes with being listless.


In the face of this brokenhearted-ness I employed the usual tricks.

Music.
Books.
Cosmos.
The Brinker.
Sheldon Cooper.  

No dice.

And so, tonight dear reader, I sound my barbaric YAWP over the rooftops of the world.

NaNoWriMo

Question: to NaNoWriMo or not to NaNoWriMo?

Answer: Unknown.

Motivation: FINISH GRAD SCHOOL ESSAYS!

Reward: Freedom to spend the remainder of the month in literary abandon.


This. Is. Happening. 




(oh, and P.S.- if you have no idea what I'm talking about, seek answers here!)