Today, I get to rail against myself in public.
Sometimes it’s what’s needed.
I’m a being of clutter and chaos, piles of papers and books crowding out my creativity, the will to clear them away so weak.
Seas of material, the easy lure of more stuff coming in, and sufficient money to make it happen. Ties in to the junk food readily available at my 9-to-5, which combined with a lack of exercise due to chill winds outside and an absolute loathing of "the club," still daunting memories of high school gym class no matter how this stuff is gussied up.
It’s not the image of, by any means, my ideal!