My life has turned into this rut. Every night I either write or read until 3am or so and then tumble into bed, this creative, exhilarated, yet sweaty mess. The fact that I do this and no one is there to congratulate me at a job well done (story wise) is sort of sad. I could go into further ways in which my life is in a rut but this is a Pg diary.

I love writing but I really need to get to bed early. At least once in awhile. It's starting to ruin my skin. I need to see some sunlight.