And I almost pushed play.  My bad place, the one I woke up in on, probably, Sunday.  It was as if I had pushed play, but didn’t.  This will tie everything together with a neat little bow.  I woke up feeling like I had fucked everything up.  That I had individually and collectively pissed everyone off.  Without doing anything, everybody hated me.  That is exactly the moment that the “well fuck you too” attitude take hold, and I begin to hate everyone too.  This brings on everything else.  The flood of the worried corner exploding open.  My feelings of failure.  My feelings of inadequacy.  Of not being good enough.  Smart enough.  Creative enough.  That’s when I realize that I’ve spent the same amount of time not working on it, than I had spent working on it.  Blocked, and not seeing the point in finishing it.  My worried corner is open and living it up.  And I completely blame you.

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