So I dunno if I’m still getting over things that happened/didn’t happen on/around my day off or if there’s some sort of bad juju floating around my workspace, but I just had no heart for much of anything tonight, despite coming home from my writing group (and running errands on the way home) full of energy and wanting To Do Things, I sat down (after finishing my errands, which involved 15 bagels) and didn’t want to do anything.
That general malaise lingered for the rest of the evening well into the night, and here we are.
In other exciting news, I have no idea what (if anything) I’ll be doing for Day 1,000. I’ll be on my way back from a trip out of town, so I’ll have to figure that out.
