I had a sick day today. Uuuuuugggghhhhhhh.
I thiiiiink it’s the first one of 2016. Maybe I had one or two others. And I know what this is now. I got too worked up yesterday. Too wound up, too stressed and my body was like “nope.” I could feel that shit yesterday, honestly…I can feel it in my muscles when that happens. It’s hard to describe now that I’m sitting here trying to put my finger on it. It’s surprising actually, because what it feels like is a release, like I’ve been clenching everything and I finally realize that I have been, and I let go and everything oozes out. It’s not restful, it’s more like a hangover, gotta get the shit out of my system. That’s what today was. An anxiety hangover.
In good news…Spotify has this feature now where it will suggest songs based upon what’s in a playlist…and I just found like five or six awesome new songs. New music gives me so much freaking joy. Especially when I get to listen on headphones late at night like this. There’s a magic hour for me music-wise, and it’s usually somewhere between 11pm and 1 in the morning. Also, I fucking love MØ. I know that makes me sound like a fucking rave kid, which I definitely MIGHT have been had I been born in 1999…no, I love her from an office chair and a set of headphones. She just has such expressive vocals. I’m hooked. Moar please.
I keep getting gusts from the fan in the back of my office. I think it’s the Ho coming home from class. We have an audition scene to run together, and then it’s bed time. Here’s to hoping that tomorrow I’ll feel more like myself. Till then, rest is the prescription. I’m going to have to work through the weekend at this rate…but that’s okay. I can get this project done, y’all. It’s so close.
Oh…and I got 43 minutes done of writing today, even though I wanted to crawl my sick ass back into bed. Still. Got. That. Shit. Done.
I can’t say enough how much this re-writing method has helped me clearly see what needs to be re-written with this novel, you guys. It cannot be understated. Very grateful for the teachers out there.
Okay. That’s enough feverish rambling for one night. It’s time for more drugs and some taking the pups out to go pee.