I feel sick to the stomach. I feel like shit. I feel wrong all over. Arghh!!! I wanna curse! Why am I so full of anger? Well, to begin with, it has nothing to do with my holiday trips. I sorta got over it, for now at least. Right at this moment I’m just thinking of my writings. The only writing I can produce is that of a blog. How about the other writing I vowed to do? For starters, I can’t make up my mind if it should be in first person or third person. Or if it should be a script or a novel. So I wrote two. I sound like I’ve finished writing them and only have to worry about which to choose. But I’m not even close to that! Reality is I’ve just started and everything seems wrong. It sounds wrong. It reads wrong. Fuck it! I’ve just switched windows to type this entry. I’m hopeless! This is going to be one hell of an inner self-fight week. Oh by the way, it’s already Thursday. The intensity grows.