Wow. I'm posting.
I'm posting in my livejournal because I have writers block. I'm taking a break from writing a review for Nintendo Life because I don't want it to be a piece of crap. I've heard that procrastination stems from a fear of failure, and maybe it's true. Maybe I should just write about my day?
This morning I woke up. A friend stayed over so I saw them off and got ready for work.
I work in a department store, and there was a ton of clothes for us to put away this morning. I listened to the daily news about my co-workers lives and pretty much kept busy until lunch. I drove home and only had a soda because I had eaten Chick Fillet on my first break.
When I was pulling out of the parking lot on my way back to work, a random lady yelled at me from her golden car :
"DO YOU LIVE HERE!??"
My initial response was to ask her if it's any of her business, or if she was the cops. Instead I decided not to provoke a fight with a neighbor and continued on my way. The final hours of work were cool, a typical day as usual. My sales sucked but that's becoming pretty normal ((it's a slow time of year)).
I talked to my mom on my last break and she seemed sad about something, which made me worry about her. I just moved out of the house into my own place, alone, for the first time. Maybe she's sad about that? She's not the type to just be bummed out.
After work I drove to my mom's place, played fetch with my dog, ate some chicken, and chatted with my stepdad. After I left I stopped at 7-11 for a coffee, then headed straight home. I had a couple marathon texting sessions with friends, and decided that I should start my review. And now here I am, struggling with writer's block.
Actually, this has helped a lot.
This morning I woke up. A friend stayed over so I saw them off and got ready for work.
I work in a department store, and there was a ton of clothes for us to put away this morning. I listened to the daily news about my co-workers lives and pretty much kept busy until lunch. I drove home and only had a soda because I had eaten Chick Fillet on my first break.
When I was pulling out of the parking lot on my way back to work, a random lady yelled at me from her golden car :
"DO YOU LIVE HERE!??"
My initial response was to ask her if it's any of her business, or if she was the cops. Instead I decided not to provoke a fight with a neighbor and continued on my way. The final hours of work were cool, a typical day as usual. My sales sucked but that's becoming pretty normal ((it's a slow time of year)).
I talked to my mom on my last break and she seemed sad about something, which made me worry about her. I just moved out of the house into my own place, alone, for the first time. Maybe she's sad about that? She's not the type to just be bummed out.
After work I drove to my mom's place, played fetch with my dog, ate some chicken, and chatted with my stepdad. After I left I stopped at 7-11 for a coffee, then headed straight home. I had a couple marathon texting sessions with friends, and decided that I should start my review. And now here I am, struggling with writer's block.
Actually, this has helped a lot.