I have lost my language power.
A writing assignment has been pass to me for the weekend, and I had spent countless hour trying to think how can I write it. I know, it works that way.
Here I am, lying down on my comfortable bed at 2 am in the morning New York time trying to write something. Perhaps a switch of attention would do some good, I hoped.
John had been lazying around the house. While we try not to interfere with each other’s work, it does get on my nerves when he tries to cook something in the kitchen. The laundry, the detergent and the rest are just nothing something that I want to mention right now.
Of course, other than that he is really being a good boy friend. He don’t disturb me when he knows I am working on something.
Writing for a big corporation does take it tolls. It’s like Carrier Bradshaw writing for their weekly column of “Sex and The City”, things sometimes get a little out of hand when you are trying to write about relationships, and what not.