Mahna-mahna, do do, do-do-do :)

This morning, it was "holy geez, I have a lot to do, lots of things to remember to get done so I can take five straight days off without leaving anyone screwed."

But now, it's "hey, awesome, mostly on top of stuff and the workweek's half over, w00t." :)

It's Tuesday night, and I have nothing but happy things on my mind. Tomorrow will probably be challenging, but then it will be over, and I have all sorts of good things in mind for my little mini-vacay, not to mention the Green Day show (during which I hope to stay conscious and have a rocktacular good time and not get crushed to death).

I have such a different outlook these days.

Part of me wants to get back to writing again. I told myself I was going to get back to that and apply myself again, but just as I got that one poem done, my whole mental framework got all twisted around, all Rubik's Cube-like (but in a good way, obviously). Part of me wants to write more, but I think part of me is afraid that I won't be able to anymore, that maybe my muse fed on misery and can't survive in the sunlight. Not that I was/am that good of a writer anyway, and if I can't do it anymore, it's a fair price to pay, really, it's worth the loss. I've got plenty to write about these days, but I guess I'm just sorta hesitant to try.