Forget it

Had a million things I thought I wanted to write about tonight, but nothing's coming out the way I want it to.

This is true for every single part of my life right now. Art imitates life? Is that the quote? Is this art? Answer me dammit!

I work tomorrow night (during the Duke game. Go Heels. Fuck you JJ.) and Sunday during the day. Should have decent material after that.