I have stress on my head. I have been trying to get work done on my book since I am really into it but I just can't seem to get enough time for myself. I feel like a kind of an asshole since I have been ignoring my friends phone calls, text messages and emails but I need Lizz time! Something always seems to come up. Yesterday I had the entire day to write and just as I sat down the doorbell rang. The apartment complex handyman came to switch our my electrical outlets. He had to turn off the electricity, then turn it back on several times. Meanwhile I had to move my bed, my sofas and other furniture so he could get to the outlets. When he was done my father called and needed me to run some errands.
I don't understand how people who have lives more "real" than mine get any writing done at all. I have guests coming to stay with me every weekend for the next month, I don't mind that, but I am trying to get writing done during the week and it isn't happening. Lame. The Comic-Con is this weekend and well, I can't miss that either. Ay.
Everyone's Gone to the Moon