I was as productive as an eraser yesterday. The day job was just too much for me. I got home, slouched on the couch, where I spent my evening. I didn’t open my laptop or even think about writing.
Sometimes one needs to just take a breather.
This morning I got out of bed and felt like I got hit by a train.
My head hurts and I am lightheaded and dizzy.
I think I am too stressed. I am under unfathomable pressure at work and my desire to succeed in my writing career drives me to push myself too hard.
Anyway, I’ll go see the doc and maybe I am lucky enough to be booked off for a day or two. (Think of all the writing I can do during that time)
See you tomorrow, whoever you are. If you are even there.
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