Thurshate

The bane of weekend that is Thursday.
Where have I been? chained to the stove. Really. Cooking since morning. Breakfast, lunch and then packed dinner. And now, phew.
the agenda for today is that there is none.

Apart from work that's always a side spectacle there's isn't any majority of fantastical events taking place today.
So what does I do? perhaps read and finish 'snow'. if i can today.

Story writing, now that's something I've not been able to do in a long while, and it bothers me that I can't keep up the commitment.
It shouldn't be that way, should it?And I shouldn't come with lame excuses for doing so either.
There shouldn't be a month long gap between story writing. Not more than two weeks I say.

remind me if and when I don't put up a story regularly. Scold me if necessary. Can't keep lagging behind on things.

You know how you can scrunch up long sheets of aluminum foil into a small ball..I feel the same about my day sometimes. It starts long and within moments its beginning to end. How do I do it? keep a sane kindly facade in a day that's resolved to be inimical.
There it is again..excuses.hah.