It’s a clash of the titans; the lack of desire to write anything pushed against — for once — having the time to sit down and write whatever I want. We’ll blame insomnia for both, but in different directions. I couldn’t sleep last night (Although it was the insomnia that tells you, over and over, you’re not going to fall asleep, think about it, how long have you been awake anyway, you’ll never sleep again before you suddenly realize that you must have fallen asleep because it’s light out again suddenly), and so I’m mentally exhausted, but I woke up early enough to have time, if I were so inspired.
However, it’s Sunday. Time to be kind to myself and look away from the Internet for now.
February 9 edit: I was apparently so kind to myself, I forgot to publish this. Good job, me.