Dain bramage. I have dain bramage. From financial paperwork. And overthinking my personal life. And general mental overload.
So I am going to take a day off. No writing.
Except for the writing that I did earlier today which doesn’t count because it is not for public viewing.
Here’s the plan:
First I am going to curl up on the sofa and stare at a wall for a while.
Then I am going to listen to some music and continue to stare at a wall. Maybe a different wall.
Then I will turn the music down and try to read something. If that fails, I will go back to step one.
Some of you may be thinking that this does not sound like a productive way to spend the evening. You are wrong. I have already made peace with a loved one, filled out a mortgage application complete with eleventeenthousand pieces of documentation, and been attacked by an enormous white spider.
It’s been quite a night.
Which wall should I stare at first?
Maybe I should light some candles.
I like candles.
Shut up.
Writing about how I am not going to write doesn’t count as writing.