Oddly enough
It’s a listening to pennywise drinking straight espresso kind of Sunday.
And as soon as I typed that my shuffle left pennywise and went to the subways.
Hence the straight espresso.
And it’s now about fourteen hours after I started this post. I’ve got a wicked cold-allergy thing going on, so I’ve spent most of the last couple of days in bed being useless.
Which is nice, just not when I’m crazy stressed about a deadline.
Annnnd twelve more hours:
Although it’s not as bad as all that, my creativity has returned with a vengeance, making up for lost time.
Being a writer is an odd thing in my estimation.
I rather like it though.
❤
curro ergo sum 
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