Dillinger
Guerrilla Ontologist
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It was that kind of day. Everything I did was a disaster. Maybe I should not even have gotten out of bed in the morning after I awoke. It was all too much so bad that I couldn't even be doing my English writing rightly correct. It was not being a very kind of good day at all in any way whatsoever.
Being a writer can at times like these times be a definitely difficult hard career job when one can not even at all write or think or speak or even write in a proper correct sort of useful way. Being creative on demand as an everyday all the time expectation was often sometimes a very frustrating experience ordeal. Some days it just did not even pay to come in to work on days like this day was. Some days one just could not at all even correctly write proper. Like this today for example.
Being a writer can at times like these times be a definitely difficult hard career job when one can not even at all write or think or speak or even write in a proper correct sort of useful way. Being creative on demand as an everyday all the time expectation was often sometimes a very frustrating experience ordeal. Some days it just did not even pay to come in to work on days like this day was. Some days one just could not at all even correctly write proper. Like this today for example.