The World That's Coming

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.

I cannot say how much I love my local library.

An unexpected side effect of being sick is that I now wake up and immediately want a cup of tea. I’d adopted the Immediate Tea Protocol while sick because it made my throat feel better, but now it feels a little like it’s turned into an addiction; I wake up and before too long, I’m thinking “Well, one cup of tea wouldn’t be too bad, would it?” Without meaning to, I’ve become a parody of a British man, fopishly craving tea at every turn. O, how far I’ve fallen.

Still. Nobody would mind if I just made myself a quick cuppa, right…?

This was almost the first day without an entry (as opposed to the days when the entries were written but for some reason didn’t post, which has happened… three times now?). We can successfully blame workload and the fact that the DC Comics news broke before I got up, making me behind the curve before I’d even gotten out of bed, always the greatest way to start the last day of the week. But now, 4000+ words, a gym trip, an emergency shopping trip to get stuff for a sick wife, and not one but two abandoned phone calls later — oh, and a couple of meals, but that should be taken as read — I am so close to putting off the computer for the week.

There’s such a sense of accomplishment at this point. The annoyances and things I didn’t get around to — which, for the second week running, is “I should’ve really done more on Tumblr” — fade into the background, replaced by a feeling that’s best described as Oh God I made it, I didn’t think I would. When every week ends feeling like you’ve narrowly escaped something by the skin of your teeth, that’s when you feel truly alive, right…? Right…?