listless

Listless this morning. I went to bed too early, or too late, depending on how you look at it, but either way I was in the midst of REM sleep when the alarm went off, so I’ve never quite woken up properly yet today. I’m not tired enough to go back to bed, just tired enough to not be exactly functional. Plodding along with the writing. I’m on a Morrison scene right now, and those can be hard when they’re not yelling at each other, so instead of doing much writing I’m sitting there staring blankly at the screen. Or, in this case, I’m coming upstairs to write a journal entry in hopes that my fingers will think this typing thing is cool, and will want to get right back to it at the other computer.

I have been forced to buy a new Ursula original: the dragglerabbit. I think it was the snazzy aviator goggles that did me in.

miles to Mount Doom: 188