There's something nice about it though. It forces me to stop and gives me a fantastic excuse to sit around feeling and looking dreadful and doing whatever I please. In these moments, I either sleep, watch a movie, or write. Today, I shall write.
I've got my cuppa and my cookies and my comfy place to sit. Off I go into my newest story, into the little mountain valley where a lonely girl will learn what to hold on to and what to let go...