Eating corndogs and drinking Monster at 2am is what adulthood really is. I've also had no motivation or even time to write the last couple of days and I feel guilty for it for some reason? It's not like mass amounts of people are waiting to read my story atm and are begging for the second part, writing a lot is just what I'm used to but I guess having no motivation or time for it is fair because of all that's happened this week.