Having a hard time starting today. It's the perfect situation - I am stuck in Alameda while my car gets worked on, nothing to do BUT write, but I don't wanna. Just don't wanna. Also, it doesn't help that the cafe I'm in has to be about 90 degrees. And they're playing reggae and I don't have my headphones.
So I might throw a little heat fit and not write. Bah. I will write at home later. Or at the next cafe I pass while waiting for the car. But not here. I am unfit for writing.
I like the treadmill journal not only as something that DOES help me write when I have days off (rare these days) but also as an almost anonymous place to complain. It's HOT! Whine.