Right now, I’m listening to Dumb Ways to Die by Tangerine Kitty. I can’t think of anything to write, so I’m going to just try a little stream of consciousness writing. I hope it doesn’t get too meta. I made some progress on my novel. I finished writing the last chapter. I started the epilogue, but I’m not happy with the ending so far. I think it wrapped up a little too neatly. Once I finish the epilogue I plan on taking a break from writing that novel. Maybe I’ll try my hand at getting some short stories published. I haven’t decided yet. All I know is once I finish the first draft I need to forget about it for a month or two before I look at it again so I can see it with fresh eyes. My neck is itchy. I need a shower. I worked out today. It felt good. I targeted muscles that I hadn’t worked out in ages. I hope I don’t regret it tomorrow. I used the massager afterwards, but I don’t know if it will be enough. Only tomorrow will tell. Now I’m listening to a different song. I was going to write about season one of Schitt’s Creek today, but I’m running short on time. My kitty jumped up in my lap and is watching the cursor move as I type away. She almost deleted all of this blog post. Thirty minutes is enough time to write an interesting post, right. Fifteen minutes left before I can move on to guitar practice. I’m getting better at it. I can play the minuet in G by Bach. I know it’s not Dragonforce or Megalovania, but I’m getting better. She jumped off my belly and onto the folding tv tray. I wonder how my brother is doing. He gave me the tv tray when he moved to a different house for the hundreth time. Don’t Lose Sight by Lawrence is almost over. Change! Ain’t ever gonna change! You know the words. A corny song is playing now. I don’t want to share it, even though I like it. “The lair” what is he talking about. My mouth feels dry but not enough to go get something to drink. Oh what I’m a good… 30k on insta is pretty good. I want to watch the next episode of the Amazing Digital Circus, but I feel like they are slow walking that to milk promoting the merch and create intrigue. I wonder how long it takes to animate. Probably a long time even with trained professionals. My back hurts, I need to readjust my position. I remember reading stream of conciousness stories in lit class, the yellow wall paper or something like it. Was it Sylvia Plath or Lizzy Borden. I don’t remember, nor do I care to look it up. I do remember it was boring and but it was effective. I felt like I was going crazy reading it. I hope this doesn’t make you feel crazy or annoyed, but it might anyway. Times up. Wait here’s another good one.