The other day I had to stay inside because of the lockdown and that was pretty boring. It’s weird for me to say that because that’s usually all I want to do. It was great at first because my legs were sore and I definitely didn’t want to go to work with all that wind blowing, and I just sat down and wrote a lot and then watched a lot of TV. It seemed great but also not great. And then when I stood up it really sucked. I don’t know when I’ll learn that that is not really my ideal day. Just sitting all day. I don’t know, it sounds great and is great but then at the end I feel bad and unhealthy and whatnot.
Once again I don’t know what I got on here to write about. Going through some kind of creative slump. Too much sitting I guess.