Weak Week

All this week my bedtime seemed to be 3 AM. Why this was, I haven't a clue.
It's also been a week of disappointments. Why list them now, though?

I started reading The Road, exactly what I need right now. *insert sarcasm* I think I shall counteract it with starting the third season of My Name is Earl.

Got my renewal lease for my apartment and I have to respond by April 10th. It is scary to think about moving again. Always that eternal question of, Am I making the right choice?
I'm sick of questioning all the time. Perhaps I should stop it.

Anyhoo, I should get back to writing. I volunteered to turn in something to fiction workshop and remembered last night that yeah, I have to turn in something!
I'm amazed at how little I've been writing since moving out here. Someone had remarked that making such a huge move must be doing wonders for my writing, and I had to tell her No, not at all.
What's stopping me?
Ack, another question!