Poor me. Poor me another!
Another me
goes back to the house for a book
Pour me into a glass, baybeee
Pour me pour me pour meee
Jo lene jolene joleeene
Another one bites the dust
I'm on cloud nine. A kid yesterday said I was funny and they wished they could have taken my workshop, and then today Seth Meyers used my joke. Oh boy! I guess I'm a writer now.
This is the best. I can't wait until I get to sit next to him at the Emmys and accept the award for best joke seth didn't make. I'm glad that's finally a category. Pour me another.
I've been having a real...hmm about drinks lately. and food in general. I keep eating when I'm not hungry and then when I want something, I don't want it, you know? I mean, like, a glass of wine would be fine, but I'm still overfull from all the snacks I ate after dinner. I think it's because I just want to do something. Honestly, I think I have a lot of nervous habits. I'm trying constantly to distract my brain. What would I do if I didn't distract my brain. Probably end all war. Well, shit.
But I do start to spiral, and distracting my brain at least interrupts those spirals. Food and video games and videos distract my brain. I need to just add exercise and stretching and freewriting or just writing moree...well not more. If I think to hard while writing, I often get the worries.