Random Ramblings CXIII · 3:49am Dec 22nd, 2016
IN WHICH SAD STORIES BECOME EASY
Today has been a not-pleasant day. Mostly because money. I don't have it (or I do but I'm cheap) and bills are coming in much higher than expected. I'll have to talk to people about it, but I have a pathological fear of confrontation of this sort, especially when it involves having to make a phone call. And since the year is about to roll over, I'll probably be forced to go through this rigmarole again immediately.
Like Sunset, I wonder if there's any point in it. To be honest, throughout my 20's, I always just assumed I wouldn't live to see 30. For better or for worse, I did. But I neither take nor find joy in the fact.
At least my mood makes it a LOT easier to write a Pinkamena Diane Pie story. I probably won't finish it tonight, because I find it very difficult to just sit and type all at once – I tend to write a couple of paragraphs (or even just a couple of sentences) and then stop to move onto something else, maybe going back to writing soon if I'm lucky.
Now I just need to figure out how to end it…
