You ever get that feeling, somewhere after eating a giant bowl of Froot Loops, that things in your life just aren’t working. You want to write but you feel fat. You want to be artsy and creative and “stuff.” The mental effort is budding. The physical is off somewhere with your skinny jeans being a heaux. You want to work out but, no. Just…no. That’s exactly how I felt this weekend. It was also 20 degrees outside. Maybe, I’ll blame that.
I’m not feeling it today. I’m feeling real basic. I’m gone catch you tomorrow.