December 2nd, 2021 – 1,163

Don’t you just love when you focus on rest and relaxation and end up getting ill instead? Isn’t it the best? It’s entirely my own fault but I can damn well be salty about it if I want to, and I can be about sleeping fifteen hours when I wanted to get up early. I just, eugh. I’d say at least writing is going well but every scene feels like dragging my feet through syrup, and you can’t even eat the syrup because now it’s had feet in it. Also, it’s hypothetical, which is the WORST kind of syrup!

Can you tell I am very tired…

Can you tell I am FRUSTRATED that I slept fifteen, damn, hours, and am still tired…?

Bleh…

The writing quality is still getting better. That’s something. Nothing to write home about but every little helps right?

I’m going to bed…