3/29 Feeling wonky

After last night, that should be no surprise. I didn't do dick today except make some orange chicken that was not too good and get a small amount of writing done. But I've resolved to hardcore pursue publishing, and tomorrow morning is for seeking out places all over the world where I can publish poems, stories, travel writing, and music essays. Sitting around waiting for lightning to strike is fucking bullshit, as is pinning my hopes on this program to give me everything I need. I need to do that for my damn self, and the search begins tomorrow. If the two stories I already submitted get published I'll make $160 bucks or so, and if I can make writing my job then a dream has already been realized. I had three glasses of wine but they made me feel gross so I quit. After a night like last night, you just need sleep, water, and a bucket to carry all your "what the fucks?" around in.

Drink Count: 3

Aw, Baby Eden and Baby Stacy (I realize I'm not always showing Australia pictures, but fucking sue me-- I just don't take that many):