There are moments in life where you have a shitload of things to do, and so little time, and while the seconds, minutes, hours and days slip away, you stand exactly on the same spot, as if someone had glued my feet to the ground, and I have lost all the will and interest in even trying to move and you end up feeling completely helpless. Your mind is screaming "I have to write. I need to write. I want to write goddamnit. I still have a fucking chapter to read. I know absolutely nothing. My arms are itching to move but I dare not move a muscle." And all the while, that shitload of things to do is staring right at you, and you just stare back--completely not giving a fuck.
This is one of those days.
The only thing that is making me happy is the promise of my friend to take me a special food establishment tomorrow. Special, because I've never been there before and I heard that they serve THE best bulalo (beef bone marrow) in the city. And also, because it's a restaurant that overly drunk people frequent at 4 in the morning to sober up.
