What is wrong with me? I want to sit down and write, so why don't I? I want to write "Falling...", I want to write an original story about Loke, I really want to. I think about writing, but I don't write. Even though I want to.
I want it to be spring soon. They said in the weather forecast a few days ago that the only thing preventing them from having to use the icebreaker ships is the length of the days. I miss the outdoors heat - or just the outdoors lack of cold. A lot. I can't even get a decent steamy shower, because our shower is being stupid and tepid for some reason.
I want it to be spring soon. They said in the weather forecast a few days ago that the only thing preventing them from having to use the icebreaker ships is the length of the days. I miss the outdoors heat - or just the outdoors lack of cold. A lot. I can't even get a decent steamy shower, because our shower is being stupid and tepid for some reason.
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My sympathies. I hope you'll overcome that soon, though. I can't wait to read how "Falling..." continues! :D