Complex Numbers

The Light that Never Warms

Today, I told myself, I would finally get some work done on a story I want to submit to a magazine. Goal, remember?

Naturally, I kept putting it off, finding other stuff to do that brought me more immediate satisfaction

It's not what you're thinking

, and now it's after 10 and I have to go back to dreary work tomorrow.

I swear I don't know why I do this to myself. It's like there's something inside of me telling me I shouldn't even be trying, to be content with what I have.

I am content with what I have. I just want something else, too.

Is that so goddamn wrong?

I'm going to go buy a ping-pong paddle to use on my inner brat.

Bastard.

Tomorrow, then. No excuses.

(Yeah, right, like that'll happen.)

*Kick* Ow!