D-Day is December 14th.
I am a train wreck of heartbreak and sadness right now. I barely remember what happened during a day by the time the day is over.
I worked out a good chunk of the logistics for a writing proposal I've been mulling while walking the other day, and when I sat down to write it out it had all left me. Characters, situations, full story concepts; poof.
My brain is not firing on all cylinders.
Train wreck bigger than me: Average Joe on NBC this past Monday. Poor bastards making assholes out of themselves in order to get a hottie to pay attention to them, but instead of preening in a bar, they do shit like tapdance and give her action figures as gifts. Fucking horrible. But you couldn't take your eyes off of it. I wanted to turn away, but I couldn't. I kept thinking that it couldn't get worse, but it just kept sliding downhill.
My life is that of an average Joe. Fuck.