Tuesday and no magic.

 It's to be a routine of mine to author on Tuesdays, but that didn't happen today. I used to jump out of bed at 10am and start composing at 1pm. Haven't been able to do that. But I just got my beauty sleep in, we'll see if anything changes soon. Otherwise, it may not have to change. I may take nights to compose. Usually, I watch the news with my Dad, but I think I'll leave it to days off to do that. From 6 until 10 in the evening we'd watch the news. Well, do that on days off.

But I am supremely stressed. I just realized it, it wasn't alerting me earlier on. This is adult life, it can be too much or it can be very easy. I'm trying to make it easy, but yes, right now it's too much. I used to have to deal with special circumstances. High school was way too intense for me. I could handle it now, but I won't be able to. I'll have to go to college, and that will be formidable. College isn't going to be effortless, I'll have to lift a finger. It could even be prestigious, depending on the extent of education I'm getting, meaning that it'll be accredited to me as a "high achiever." High school stressed me out too much. College isn't going to do that. It's either make or break college-wise. My intention in its mentioning is that I did have legitimate circumstances that I dealt with very wisely even though it may seem like it. Right now I'm doing the same thing, the problem is that I need to do something to make money and I don't want to work. I'm living like a bum. A bum or a very successful man. I have to get composing so that I can have a finished product to profit from. It'll also be in God's name as it's my ministry. Until I do there will be the greater condemnation of damnation in the flesh.

Often times we're damned in the flesh. I really don't want that to happen.