God I am so fucking bored.
Seriously, this is the dangerous time. All the righteous energy has now completely dissipated and now I'm sat here, at the end of a nothing day, bored as shit.
What else is there to do? I can write, or try to: I've got a book to work on. I'm chipping away at that piece by piece cause it's an A-Z of Elvis and so quite self-contained narrative-wise. But I'm fucking bored of myself and that means the writing is uninspired and worthless.
I know when it's not uninspired. That's not now.
BLAH BLAH
I wrote loads more on this update and it was good and talked about Hunter Thompson and Elizabeth Wurtzel and all sorts of cool self-analysis THEN THE INTERNET BROKE AND I LOST IT ALL
fuck today
But I won't drink.
Fucks sake.
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