and tired, mostly tired, but stil angry.
I don't ask much, I rarely say no when I'm needed. But one thing I ask for myself is to participate in Nanowrimo, script frenzy and my convention.
A grand total of sixty three days out of a year, where I would like five to six hours of those days to myself, to write and do things I'm passionate about.
So how is it that I've not been give one stinking minute to do this.
What's worse, I've had to deal with stupid crap that really isn't my problem but it somehow becomes my problem. I've had six hours of sleep in the last 68 hours, and of all the rest of that time do you think I've been able to do something that I should have been able to start in the first of this month. Something I plan for the whole year to do. No!
I'm bloody serious you all just need to leave me alone. If somebody I know isn't bleeding to death or on fire, leave me the heck alone and take care of it yourselves. Really, the world got alone before me, and it won't stop turning when I die, maybe just maybe it can get along fine without me for a little while.
Take care of yourselves,
Roving Jack
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- Roving Jack
- is an artist of many varieties, and can be found at various locations around the web.
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Do you know that I understand how you feel? I'm frequently in that boat myself. Usually my crap starts involving work. I find myself doing nothing but working and getting little done. I have this week off because our Dunkins is closed for renovations. This has left me some time to myself. The week is half over with. Where the hell did it go??? I did manage to get one thing done...
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