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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