I was taught spreadsheets last night and they ate my brain.
Real spreadsheets that calculate things. For Eve. For a project that needs real spreadsheets to keep track of its size. And its a small project.
Maybe I'll have words again one day. For now my head feels full of cotton and dull as a grimy brick in the sewer. I think my creativity was injured. I just stared at some of the drafts I was working on and closed them. Something is broken inside. I hope it heals.
Broken - Seether and Amy Lee