My brain is either on overload or fried. I hate that all I've done around here lately is talk about myself. Bleh. I'm watching what's going on around me, but I got nothing to say about it.
I got two pages written on diss chapter 1, which doesn't sound like much, but the thing is starting to shape up. It's sort of like sculpting or throwing pots. At first, it's just a stack of articles and a pile of notes. Then it starts to look like something, something new, built on that stack and pile.
I was up in the middle of the night feeling ill and was awakened by the same illness this morning. I can feel the fatigue in my face. My life is busy in a good way, but I definitely could use some time away, preferably with the family.
If you haven't already, go read Psycho Kitty's post from last night. It's really good.
I'm gonna try to reinvigorate myself in the shower. Yeah, I know, that doesn't sound good. I'm too tired to care.