I Can't Say I Was Never Wrong

Yesterday was very productive. I got to hang out with Otta and Ratty for a bit, work on my Oklacon routine, and go to work. I caught up on all the books I needed to shelve so I could make a run at my Grand Duplicate Project(tm), wrote almost 3000 words in one sitting, consoled a friend whose home was surrounded by wolves (no kidding), figured out a much better opening for the routine, had dinner, watched Seinfeld and went to bed. Today I was all ready to come in and Kick Some Ass(tm) on the project, go home, finalize the routine so I'd have Wednesday and Thursday to practice it, do laundry and make final preparations for Oklacon. I can do this, right? Momentum is on my side.

When I came in this morning, Charles wanted to go over the duplicate section in the laundry room with me.

( In a nutshell, he said I'm wasting space and time and I'd need to overhaul everything I've been working on this past week. )

So, my sails have been completely shredded and the wind of momentum has stopped. Today, I find myself frustratingly dead in the water. I have all this drive and nowhere to go with it.

And, for the first day in a good two months, I really don't want to be here today.