Nat S Ford (natf) wrote,
Nat S Ford

Spoke too soon

Melting. Aching. Sleeping. Dreaming vivid dreams in serial. Needing to sleep more when I wake to recover from the dreams. Knitting a bit. Not writing. Words are eluding me. 2166 words needed by midnight tonight to be on target. Not going to happen. I will get back on target. I WILL! One day. Not today. No bunnies here. Where'd they all go? *splat*
Tags: sick

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