Dishes vs. Writing

Fuckin' Josh. Oh yeah he's the guy I'm dating right now. I should totally pull an I'm pregnant April fool's day joke on him but I don't want to jinx myself. Anyway, he pushed me to write. Yeah it's been a while. I guess that's a good thing. Well it's a great thing. The deal is that he will wash the dishes and all I have to do is write for as long as he washes them for, which he says will only take about 10 minutes. 

So here I sit trying to right this piece while trying not to get sucked into the food network. My favorite channel. Barefoot Contessa is on which is usually the program that puts me to sleep. Rachel Ray, Giada, and Alton Brown I find much more entertaining. 

I start to wonder is Josh taking his sweet ass time. What rate of dishes is he washing per minute? Hmmm... Dude Barefoot Contessa is such a snoozer. Even Paula's home cooking with her crazy southern crackhead accent can keep me awake. 

Anyway, the other day Josh took me to therapy, and seriously sometimes I go into therapy thinking "Ahhh what's the point .. again?" But most of the time I come out thinking, "If it wasn't for therapy I'd be dead!" 

I jumped into the car and just said, "I need to write more." He asked what inspires me. And I found it kind of unfortunate that nothing has been really inspiring to me lately. But I guess you can't just wait around for inspiration to give you a kick in the ass. You have to somehow inspire yourself. Or sometimes someone else needs to give you a little kick in the ass. Thanks Josh.