Saturday, November 7, 2015


Saturday, November 7th, 2015

I think I jinxed everything, or maybe I just spoke too soon.
Right when I was in winter paradise, the sun decides to break out and burn through my black clothes all over again.
I guess it'd be a nice day to go to the beach and just swim in the ocean. . .
Too bad I don't have a car.

So I'm sitting in a coffee shop (very typical, I know), and I was trying to continue writing my novel, but guess what? My fuel of imagination has run out, and the wonderful streak has died. Coincidence that today is also the day the weather happens to be above 75 degrees? I think not.

It is National Writing month, and it started off like the first 400 meters of a mile race––fast, efficient, and confident––then the sun decided to come out and the dreaded second lap of 400 meters has begun, unfortunately.

Whatever shall I do now?
(Maybe stop avoiding your friends like you have for the past week) ?

Hope that those of you who enjoy the sun or are able to go to the beach are happy. If I could go to the beach, I wouldn't be complaining now about the weather.

Anyway, I apologize for this uneventful, uninspiring post. I hope you stopped reading it midway because then I'd feel bad for wasting your time with this nonsense.

Well, I'm treating one of my best friends out to a birthday dinner tonight, and by that time, the sun should be setting, right?
Sometimes I think I'm half vampire (that exists, right?)

Enjoy the sun (for now),


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