Sorry I didn't write yesterday. It was one of those weird days where I just didn't have the desire to do anything at all. I can't say it was one of my more productive days. I don't know why but I've been apathetic about life lately. I can't seem to shake it, like, I know I have lots of good things in life to live for and do, I just can't get excited or care much at all about them. I'm thinking it's just hormonal, honestly. So, this too, shall pass.
Also, an author I really like just killed off a main love interest in a series I really like. So that pissed me off and depressed me yesterday, too. I hate that. She promises it'll be okay, and just to trust her, but he was a pile of dust. Not sure how she's gonna jump the shark back from that one. Oh well. That's how it goes in these books I read.
Imagine I wrote something profoundly prolific and amazingly interesting here today. And then comment on that awesomely prolific blog post (the pretend hypothetical one I didn't actually write) down below. It'll be more exciting than commenting on what I actually wrote, that's for sure.