I used to really enjoy the long weekends of nothing - really enjoyed them. Lots of time to write and relax, do absolutely nothing, and not even think of work on Monday. Well, I still do enjoy weekends of nothing. But not this weekend.
I want out of the house. I want out of this city. I want to drive far away and look at new people and new places and new things. The last time I've been out of town was...hmmm...literally months ago.
That's the reason I'm stagnating. My writing is stale, my motivation to do any sort of housework is nonexistant, work drags on for hours upon hours, and my office is a complete mess.
I need new scenery. A change. Just for a few days - that's it. And I know I'd be rarin' to get back into life again.
I'm thinking Labor Day Weekend might be the best time to take a break, so I hope I can survive until then.
Meanwhile, I'm going to go write crap. I'm sure it won't be anything more than that - and really, it's okay. As long as I write and get words on the page that can be fixed later. Hubby is getting me some of my favorite lowfat frozen yogurt, so this afternoon won't be so bad after all.
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