THE RED ONE OR THE BLUE ONE
So I've come to the conclusion that it must be this medication that I'm on that makes me ... boring. Not able to write anything. It has to be, right? There's no way I'm not fabulous normally.
THERE ONCE WAS OH LOOK A SQUIRREL
I have zero concentration. I can usually read three books at a time (you know what I mean) and finish them all relatively quickly. Now I am rereading passages like a 95 year old because I can't remember where the fuck the plot is going. Or went. Perhaps it's the books. IT CAN'T BE ME, RIGHT?
DENIAL
Whatever. I may be a little scattered, but I have a wicked tan. You should be jealous.
SENTIMENTAL BULLSHIT
I cried when this song came on the radio while I was driving. Judge me.