Full disclosure: I got out of bed to make this blog post. I remembered before I got into bed that I had forgotten my blog (Can you believe such a thing? What the hell, me?), but I had already heated up my rice bag and did not want to waste the heat (if I put a hot rice bag on the back of my neck every night before I sleep, it helps my headaches). I have a really sick headache today. Not so much pain as light-headed-ness and all around crappy feeling. Sorry to bitch; I’m just trying to give you the full picture.
So I said to hell with it and laid down with the rice bag. Naturally I could not sleep. I am an insomniac from way back. Finally I decided to get back up and make my silly post. I may still have insomnia, but at least it will not be guilt-ridden from skipping a blog post.
Where was I? Ah yes, writing about not writing. I did write today. Not as much or as good as I had hoped, but you can’t have everything. Earlier today I gave myself a stern talking to. I asked myself what I was being so angst-y and dramatic about? I write light-hearted, chatty fluff. I write fast and I have fun doing it. Why I can’t seem to do it any old time is a mystery to me, but there is no reason to swoon with my wrist on my forehead (Wrist to Forehead Sunday notwithstanding).
Anyways, this will have to do for today’s post. We’ll call it a Wuss-out Wednesday and drive on.