Lately I feel like my apartment is closing in on me. It doesn’t help that I live in an attic and it’s hot as BAWLZ outside. I’m chipping away at ‘691 Suburban Dr’ but the fact of the matter is that it has become a chore in recent days. I think my current goal is to find a way to make writing fun again, and failing that, continue to party and socialize and worry about completing projects later. It’s like the last thing I want to do lately is sit somewhere in an enclosed space and press my head into my stupid computer until it overheats.