This is yet another post about the toll the terrible writing backlog has taken on me. My kitchen is a mess, my bathroom is way past a nice cleanup, and there's a dirty backpack needing a wash that's been lying in my bathtub for a week. A large pile of sorted clean laundry lies on my living room, ready to be folded and neatly packed in the closet. The trash needs taking out. The bedroom is a bit of a mess. And oh I do need to give the entire apartment a nice broomin', vacuuming and mopping. None of that's been happening though because when I'm not writing I'm sleeping because my sleep cycle's all fucked up due to the writing situation. Everything's effed up. And also I haven't worked out or gone on nice walks in the last several weeks. Nothing good can come out of this.
Only thing to do is force my into finishing this, and be back to acting like a normal human being.
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