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I’m making brownies. I need chocolate. I also need sleep. And a vacation from everything. I’ve been in an incredibly funky mood as of late. I’m either incredibly grumpy or completely indifferent. I can’t explain it.

I also started writing. But I think it probably sucks. I can’t really tell anymore. I haven’t been writing anything regularly for ages, and so I feel completely out of practice. I could try selling bcbsnc plans and probably have more confidence in that, with no experience, than I currently do in my writing skills.

It’s frustrating. I used to love writing. I used to do it every day. Now, nothing. And what little I do write, I can’t help but second guess. When did life start to suck so much? I guess I know the answer to that – when I had to grown up and become a responsible adult. Now I understand why I always thought my parents were such killjoys. The life had been sucked out of them by adulthood.