In theory, I should have written today. I wanted to do but I think I am mentally exhausting myself at worrying that my writing is terrible and ugh, it is so freaking frustrating to get out of my head (and into my car) in order to just write without fearing that omg no one will read it.
Stupid unsexy brain.
I did dream during my rage nap that I almost hooked up with Jermaine of Flight of the Conchords fame however my dream-self choose me and freedom. Then I went to Disney World. As one does.
Tomorrow I have off. Guess it's time for laundry day! *badly acts and randomly shoots some dude*
Rec for a place to go when you think why not go to Astoria: Museum of Moving Images. Very cool.