It's cold with the window open

Bank Holidays suck ass. Maybe if you work in a regular job they're nice and fun and woo fucking hoo extra day off. I don't, though. Day in and day out, I do the same stuff. Bank Holidays just mean I don't get mail, stores close early, cab companies charge fare and a half, and more people are out to annoy me. Television schedules are also usually fucked with.

The only thing that was getting me through this one was that it was supposed to rain. Thunderstorms, even. Still nothing. Just a wind that freezes my arm with every gust.

I feel like doing something creative, but don't know what to do. Anything I do isn't good enough, at least by my standards. The only thing I do well is write, but there's so much potential failure to get past. I can't write doodles, I can't write snapshots. If I'm going to write, it's going to be proper writing and it's going to be some of the best strung together words you've ever read. If, that is, I ever actually fucking write them.