PROJECT 364: It’s posted, but it’s not worth the Internet it’s written on

It’s official.

I’m a morning person.

I have dreaded sitting down and writing this tonight simply because I’m tired and I’ve got nothing.

I’m at a point where I’m not really happy with a lot of the stuff I’ve written lately, mostly because it’s becoming late at night when my mind is shutting down and my bed is calling out to me.

The end of the academic year is close and I’m tired, so I’m pushing to fight through it and get my latest dose of a second wind.

An update on me: Since the new job started, I’ve pretty much been a guy who goes to bed at 10 p.m. and gets up at 5:30 or 6 the next morning.

First thing I do after my morning coffee is to write: For the job, for the Stratford website, and, sometimes, for myself.

I need to get in that routine again because this little project of mine—which is still more than a month away from the halfway point—feels like it’s drying up.

Annie Wilkes asked me tonight if I had any ideas and I do.

I just need to put more thought into them than a quick post under the deadline.

I’ve got a zit on my nose … I could have written about that.

I have a ghost’s key on my key ring … I could have written about that.

I had a Raspberry Stoli Kamikaze shot tonight … I could have written about that. (Again).

Instead, with my synapses misfiring like I’m a 1955 Studebaker, I’m writing this.

The post for Thursday, May 23, 2019, is done, though.

How many more to go?