Tuesday, November 01, 2011
I would like to be writing a glowing post-con report about how much fun I had at World Fantasy (and I did), but for some reason today I am feeling like simply crying incessantly or crawling back into bed. This is not the start of November I was looking for. It can go about its business and move along.
My house also looks like it was ransacked by ADD pirates: they made a mess, but forgot to actually take anything. I am intellectually aware that this is not improving my mood, but cannot muster the energy to get off the couch and do anything about it.
What I am is a crabby 4-year-old. I'm bored by what I'm doing, but don't want to do anything else, either. The only difference is that I'm old enough to know that flinging myself to the floor in a tantrum would only result in additional joint pain and bruises later.
Fingers crossed that tomorrow I will be better. Messages of encouragement and love gladly accepted.