Today was Hard

I thought I was going to cry tonight and get it all out. But, I discovered I was too tired.

And, all of my poor little brain cells died at some point. All the great ideas and wonderful scenes I had to keep me going during the day turned to sludge and ashes and everything I wrote was crap.

I have the desire to rant about how my writing sucks, etc., etc., but, alas, I am far too tired for that. Maybe I'll save that rant for tomorrow.

Is it Friday yet? Sadly, I already know the answer.