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Mojo
I had a good week, full of people. I was supposed to be alone today and tomorrow, but my dad's coming over for money and a shower (He lives in a place without hot water, please don't ask, he's my father he cannot do things the easy way).
I am happy to have him here, even if it's just for two days (or maybe because it's just for two days).
Wellbutrin keeps working. I can't have my morning nap anymore. Instead I have lovely early nights after all the other meds have made me sleepy.
A friend suggested that I use a bit of my time to write. She meant to write another one of those real life stories about how I deal with my illness, but I have no plans whatsoever to write one. I write what I need here and that's enough.
I would love to write a novel, something completely different. I have ideas, but I seem to have lost my mojo. My most recent entries are dry and boring. I can't seem to find a writing flow. Maybe I need to write more.
I am happy to have him here, even if it's just for two days (or maybe because it's just for two days).
Wellbutrin keeps working. I can't have my morning nap anymore. Instead I have lovely early nights after all the other meds have made me sleepy.
A friend suggested that I use a bit of my time to write. She meant to write another one of those real life stories about how I deal with my illness, but I have no plans whatsoever to write one. I write what I need here and that's enough.
I would love to write a novel, something completely different. I have ideas, but I seem to have lost my mojo. My most recent entries are dry and boring. I can't seem to find a writing flow. Maybe I need to write more.