I cannot brain. I haz the tired.

[lagilman]

Five days of full-out writing have come to an end. I think I got a grand total of 600 words today. *is pathetic*

Okay, I did write some editorial notes, and a load of laundry, and there was a phone interview where I think I was coherent, but the brain, it is not braining well. I think... I will stare at the pretty snow still falling. And take a nap. Yes. And maybe (oh, luxury) order in something for dinner, rather than cooking. Or sleep through dinner, maybe.

Yes, I am too unbrained to cook.


Tomorrow. I will accomplish things... tomorrow.

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[blitheringpooks.livejournal.com]

That seems to be going around.

[lagilman]

It has seriously sucker-punched me. I look at the things that, if I don't get done tonight, will snowball the rest of the week...and I can't bring myself to care.

meh.

[blitheringpooks.livejournal.com]

I left the hospital, drove to the Italian joint and picked up take home spaghetti. Penfolds Bin 2 is in my glass. My 602 words today will have to suffice and I noticed Bear did the same 600. Lots of this going around.

BUT. Tomorrow will be better.