I'm Bitter.

Yep. No pretty way to describe my mood. I'm just a bitter hag right now with nothing nice to say about those that are on my "I don't like you very much" list. Eh. Just a foul mood that no person should be obliged to listen, so I'm not going to indulge it other than to say b-i-t-t-e-r.

I promised myself to write this week. Carrie is holding me accountable and when she comes back from her trip, I must have something in hand as proof that I kept the promise.

Why is it so bloody hard for me to write? I'm pretty creative. I've a voice like everyone else and I know the words to express it. I have a style. I'm a decent writer. What the hell?! Makes no sense.