an especially extraneous bit of self-indulgence

the problem with starting a blog is that i end up staring at it like it's a mirror (which, of course, it is).

things i should be doing instead:

• finishing reading the writing samples of my future classmates
• writing something new
• reading one of the many novels on my nightstand
• researching writers' websites
• giving feedback to my boyfriend on an essay he showed me in november
• working on my list of literary journals to which i should consider submitting something
• looking for my antidepressants, the misplacement of which i am taking as a tentative sign that i don't really want to keep using them
• thinking about whether i'm really okay with quitting my antidepressants
• questioning why i feel the need to tell the denizens of the interwebs that i am taking antidepressants

even when i am shaming myself publicly, i seem to feel no shame.