Sometimes it's Okay.

Classes started today.

Woke up at 6:30 am. Sat in about an hour of traffic (though it shouldn't have taken me nearly an hour. Damn you LA with your sporadic congestion). Spent all day at school. Got home around four. Did some e-mailing via professors and councilor. Worked out. Watched Hell on Wheels. Ate. Worked on Victorian Lit homework. Sighed for about ten minutes in self pity. Played on Photoshop for about five. Worked on blog.

And now I'm here.

What's missing from that paragraph?

If you guessed writing, then you've won a brand new metaphorical car! It will be sitting on your front lawn in about a week, give or take. Now go have fun! Be safe you crazy kids.

WORD COUNT: 0

But yea. As you can see, again, I failed to write. Honestly, I'm not too miffed over it. Things needed to be straightened out desperately before I could even sit down and play around with the Internet. Writing was not the priority here and that's okay.

It's okay.

Currently, my job--my career is school. Writing isn't the bread and butter of my life. At the moment it acts as an hobby, and in the event that I do get published (knock on wood) then I can panic about not writing my daily 1k. As of now, I must keep a calm head about it. And even if this entire week that big fat, yellow zero fills up the entire page, then so be it. But this weekend, I'll make up for it.

So help me God, I will make up for it.

And that's all that matters, right?