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Argh, I haven't slept well the last few nights and it caught up with me yesterday. I wrote reasonably fluidly in the morning, but couldn't accomplish anything in the evening. In between I had errands to run. I felt so tired, I didn't feel like driving, but it was necessary. As soon as I'm done here I think I'll crawl back into bed and sleep most of the day, so I won't come down with something.
So what were the terrible worries keeping me awake? Um, the nature of the galaxy. The philosophy of the arguments the musicians are having at the other posting board I visit. The latter leading to how people get both defensive and petty about an amazing variety of things they do.
I don't know how much novel writing I'll get done today. Probably not much.
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So what were the terrible worries keeping me awake? Um, the nature of the galaxy. The philosophy of the arguments the musicians are having at the other posting board I visit. The latter leading to how people get both defensive and petty about an amazing variety of things they do.
I don't know how much novel writing I'll get done today. Probably not much.
Yesterday 994 - For November 23,467 (Total 33081)
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I am often dismayed by my brain's ability to take a teeny little worry/annoyance and run it around like a hamster in a cage all night long. Things I can't do anything about, but obsess about anyway, make me wish I could find the off switch!
Take the day off, and rest. That's my prescription!