Stamina

I'm working on another short story. This one is clearer in my head but I seem only to get about two pages out at a time, and what I've got so far is only a shadow of what it should be.

And I'm exhausted. I'm tense. I'm at my Caribou Coffee watching beautiful men. It's raining and my bike is outside, seat absorbing water.

I'm wasting time surfing the net, posting whiny blathering on my blog.

Weekends aren't long enough.