I have a big draft due tomorrow and I just have a block. I can’t focus, I can’t sleep soundly. Last night I had a series of trippy dreams. Then I would dream that I woke up and analyzed the stress dreams I was having. Then I would go back to a stress dream, only to dream again that I woke up to write down my troubled dreams. So exhausting to not even know what state of consciousness I am in.
And moments ago, I received a call from SB to say that I need to take my car to the shop tomorrow. Tomorrow, when my draft is due, the draft that is currently 20 pages shy of the assignment. Someone shoot me now so that I have an excuse. I’m gonna go puke now…