Suffering for my art

12:30 I'm getting hit on, shamelessly. She's got the smile on main beam; and she's laughing at my casual riffage like it's vintage Saturday Night Live. And she's pretty, and clever, and I'd rather be talking to her than anyone else here at the conference. But, I don't take it any further, 'cause seriously, can you imagine how much time that'd burn through.

16:00 Back in the office and I'm dropping an email through, postponing tonight's drinks with Miss Right Now, 'cause I've got "too much work on" (she doesn't know me that well...). The reality being I can't square the circle of: drinks with her; the gym; and 2,000 words.

19:00 Get stood up for tomorrow's date; by the recent recipient of the late night booty txt (ironically enough she does it by text message). And my first thought is, "great that's 3k I can write tomorrow"

I need to get out more