This one's a short one.

I don't honestly feel like writing, but I figure, I have to keep to it. If I stay on track, eventually it'll become my routine, and I'll be out of my writer's block soon enough. Plus, practice makes perfect. Or repetition. I'm not sure where blogging falls into. I feel as if I'm not making much sense. There's a week left of my summer break...and back to classes I go. I still haven't prepared for my class and I don't have nearly as many poems as I had planned to have at this point. Although, I still have until September to turn in my application. I cannot put it off this quarter. But I want to submit something I'm proud of, and lately, that's not much. I'm so dissatisfied with my work. I'm frustrated, and there's so much actual work to be done on my house, it's exhausting. I just feel like complaining. I should change the title to this blog post as, "I feel like complaining. The end." But I'm too lazy to scroll up and do it. I'm being a lazy complainer. Typing nonsense for the sake of typing something. I think this will do for tonight.