Every now and then you’ll say something and I realize just how ill-suited we are for each other. How little you’ve ever actually paid attention to the things I’ve said. Admittedly, I’ve about given up. Day in, day out, nothing ever changes. You’re stuck behind your computer, trolling on facebook or playing your little games while you monopolize the TV at the same time – essentially driving everyone out of the living room. The dishes pile up, the bathroom grime builds. It’s not until I flat out refuse to touch any of it that you ever get up to help. Or I tell you to. A zombie wedding? Really? With $90k, that’s what you think I would want? Why am I still doing this?
Goddess grant me the patience to get through these next few months. To get Forgotten Guardian edited so I can finally move it to the printers. Grant me the patience to not bludgeon my roommate to a bloody pulp and the insight to make the right decisions when they appear. Yes, I am actively asking for assistance. Throwing it out there for the world to hear… or read rather.
A couple hours of work here and there. This process is taking forever. I can’t afford to stay up all night, not with everything else that’s going on. Staying up would just start my eye twitching again and I can’t handle much more of that.
I kept the tablet. As desperately as I need money… it was too good of an opportunity to pass up for my books. To be able to have a single file that I can work on wherever I am? Stuck in a doctor’s office, or waiting on AAA… It’s already helped me breeze through about twenty pages. Out of over four hundred, yep… I’ll take it.