Losing my mind...

Well, where would I begin. Not at the beginning that's for sure. Let's start with now, shall we. The twitching of my central nervous system is probably the direct root cause of the severe uncertainty of my current position. Not to mention the fact maintenance seems to be making themselves welcome in my apartment whilst I am not at home. Pennies on the doors? Hairs on the door knobs? What's the point.
Anyway, this year has been more action packed then I would care to repeat. Work on my book you say? Ha! When? During the little mutt's incessant barking downstairs or the cats constant "counter" obsession or the towering mountain laundry basket that screams out to me 24/7. Ok, well I guess I have the time, but working through my writer's block or learning new relaxation tricks would help me greatly. I feel doomed to the iron shackles of the never to be published club.
I'll let you know how next week goes.
Love
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