Boring, Mopey Text
And I did hella-space-out looking at math homework. I think there were whole years of highschool where I never handed in a single piece of homework for any class I attended. (Kids reading at home? Don't do this. I took two more years to graduate than I was supposed to.)
Either way, it's disconcerting. I like to think of myself as smart, but intellectual heavy lifting is just as exhausting as physical heavy lifting. And I want to make a living as a writer!
Maybe I should look into adjusting my diet. More vegetables, maybe? I am kinda overdoing it with the starches, which aren't exactly brain food.
...ugh. I feel like I've dug myself a hole so deep that if I started trying to climb out now, I'd still be climbing, miserable and exhausted, with raw fingers tipped with dirt-encrused fingernails, a decade from now. In that situation, working up the motivation to actually start fucking climbing is pretty hard.