The breaks, both from reality and the writing, come with consequences. Two little blog-posts for the next two days, then.

There’s Chinese food bubbling inside me. It’s like I ate embers from a dying fire. The heat rises and falls periodically. Earlier today, when I woke up – I wish I didn’t have to. Everything seemed bleaker. Everything felt like it was covered with a dark, thick blanket. I don’t really recollect what I told myself to encourage myself to get out of bed, but I did.

Now, even though I am sitting at my work desk, looking atleast mildly intelligent, my brain is still swimming through dregs of grease from last night. Two long weeks are ahead of us and unfortunately there isn’t too much to look forward to.

Yes, it’s Monday morning. I don’t think I should be expected to be cheerful atop everything else.