Pulling teeth before bed

Fighting uselessness, finally posting something. After what happened last time, though, just seeing this screen makes me uneasy. That's all we'll say about that.

I seem to be stuck in a writing rut, in which all I can find to write about is writing itself. My first essay is about writing. It's kind of confusing. Like seeing a person standing by a tv, whose picture is that person by the tv, on whose screen you'll find the same person with the tv, etc. That kind of stuff always blows my mind if I try to think about it too much.

Sometimes, my words come out so smoothly, like spreading butter on bread (really soft butter, too- the kind that's been sitting out for awhile before dinner). Other times, though, it's more painful, like I have to exact each one from my own mouth of unoriginality and overthinking (a deadly combination by the way).

Right now, it feels a lot like I'm pulling teeth, so I'm going to sleep.

KEW