D'oh!

The one day I forget my bag, hat, and gloves at work (in a rush to get to my other job), it's a freaking downpour. So I get wet. Very wet. Although since I was wearing my (mostly) rain-repellent clothing, I didn't get soaked. Tomorrow, I have to go back to work and pick up the stuff I left behind. Argh, I get so absentminded when I get rushed. It's very annoying. It's almost enough that I might forget what my blog is and post someone else's diary. It's the state of mind much like the music circuits in Forbidden Planet.

It could be enough that I start to envy other people's accomplishments. Maybe I'll go out and rabble-rouse, awakening the downtrodden and siccing them against the corporate structure. Or maybe I just need to reverse my stress and chill out. You never know. Besides, I'll go in tomorrow, get my stuff, and everything will be okay. Nothing to really worry about. What's more concerning is that I have another draft due in two weeks and I'm having only a little amount of clues on what to write for an introduction. It's the only part that isn't done, but I'm having trouble thinking about it, strangely enough. Maybe I'll be inspired sometime this week (well, excepting that I have something every night this week, including Saturday) and write something to get workshopped for Friday. Maybe.

After that, I can think about writing other things. Stories that just want to jump out of my head onto paper, assuming that I can find the time to have them appear.