It hurts, Annie! It hurts!

Lines from The Miracle Worker, such as the one above, keep running through my head.

It does hurt, but I'm too tired right now to do anything about it.

Writing was awful all day. I don't know if it's just a matter of exhaustion or what. Today's just been weird. Everything I wrote, I wanted to smack myself in the face, but I didn't want to throw in the towel either.

Surviving January 26th was a masochistic endeavor. (First line, anyone? Or maybe it should be May 3rd...)

Example of how worn out I am:
23:29 - close firefox to take one more stab at writing before midnight
23:31 - deem writing fiction a lost cause for the night.
23:33 - want to blog about the day, but starting firefox again is such a feat, BLOG FROM iPHONE.

Because typing with two fingers on a touch screen is the easiest thing ever.

All my works in progress bore the crap out of me.
I have no idea where the current scene in UA is going.
I haven't touched TUMORS in over a week.
The short story I wrote last night was total wankery.
I have no desire to give up on my writing goals.

Those are all complaints.

I bore the crap out of myself.

That is also a complaint.

But my biggest complaint right now: crappy blogger/iPhone interface.