July 3, 2009

I'm so tired, but I'm keeping my promise to write everyday, if it kills me. People who want to write for a living don't rest to do other things. They keep writing, so that's what I'm gonna do.

Today was a jam-packed day. I got up early to sell shirts in the city. I went to Battery Park, instead of Union Square, my usual hangout. I sold one t-shirt right way, and then another hours later, and that was it. It rained briefly. I packed up to leave and then changed my mined at one point. But I stayed for a few hours, before I knew it was a bust, and I wasn't going to sell anything more. I took the shirts back to the studio, before I embarked again to get a haircut, and go to the bank, finally. i did those things, but then I was running late for work. And I needed to shave. i couldn't go to work with short hair and a five day beard.

So I was half an hour late, and work was kind of stressful, kind of not,. i love the people I work with...most of the time. And I find myself being attracted to so many women during a day that it gets annoying. I wish sometimes, I was just asexual, so I could carry on with my work. I'm so tired I'm writing this with my eyes closed. That's why there are so many typos and I'm going to have to go back and edit later.

My hair feels nice now, but I must go to bed. I have to open tomorrow, and it's July 4th. It's one of my favorite holidays, actually.

I've now written on this blog everyday that I've had it. And since I got it, I haven't written on my real blog. The whole point of this blog was to get me to write more on the real blog, which people actually pay attention to.