Maybe I need to sneak some of Rott’s Visine. Or maybe I need to not work so hard.
I wrote yesterday. I was a tad on fire for awhile. I napped too but when I awoke from the nap I was on fire again. A whole helluva lot of words later, I went to bed. It was 1 am.
I’ve done the late night writing gig before. I don’t do it as well this year as I did last year. Must be an age and stress thing. Or it could be a Daylight Savings time thing. What a crock of shit DST is anyway. I don’t have to reset the time in my car with a pen because yanno…I never turned the effing thing back! Cause it’s stupid!
Still, this morning my eyes are burning and my temples are pounding. And the office beckons.
Sometimes I think it would be great to be able to stay home all day and write. Then I realize I’d probably leave my house about twice a month if that happened. Working gets me out of the house and interacting with people. Writing has me pounding my keyboard and being pissy to my email, IM, and Twitter. (ie shutting them off and ignoring people.) And I’d have burning eyes all the time!
I’d much rather have my eyes burn for other reasons. Like staying up all night have marathon sex. Ummm, yeah. The spirit is willing but the body is weak. *sigh* Actually, the body is more than weak. It’s kinda beat up. I prolly shoulda taken better care of it during those years I was having marathon sex. I’ve found I can write marathon sex without beating myself up too much, but then that brings me back to… burning eyes. I don’t think I can win this morning.
I wish I had something deep and succinct to impart to you today, but I don’t. Oh, maybe a snippet of lyrics before I get to Marcus.
A piece of heaven
In your arms every night
I can’t forget, I don’t regret
Staying with you
I can’t go back and I won’t fight
To hold you if you want to fly
My eyes are open wide
My heart knows what’s right
And my soul belongs to you
Traded for a piece of heaven tonight
Rough draft. Don’t shoot me. Ah, time for Marcus. I need a nice soothing one this morning.
Okay, maybe that didn’t have the effect I thought it would. And the burning eyes thing is still eating me cause I’m not the only one with them. Apparently, some people have trained theirs on my back where there’s again a target of sorts. I thought I’d tossed that raggedy old target in the trash but it’s found its way back onto my back. And burning eyes are trained on it. I need to hunt down my Kevlar again so that I may walk through the valley of the shadow of death (promo groups) and fear no slings and arrows aimed at said target. You don’t get me, but it’s okay. All I’m gonna say is that people suck, burning eyes and all.
I’m taking my burning eyes off the office now. Sorry for the randomly cryptic post. Gimme a few days and I’ll be more succinct. Happy Visine Monday!