wtf

[snowee]

Am I tired? Is it just PMS or the weather? Do I have the blues? Why do I feel like just sitting in my room and crying? Things are, theoretically, pretty good. I just don't know what to do with myself. I had been working on my next novel, doing well. I know exactly what I want to write next, where it's going, it's so fleshed out I can't believe it's taking this long, but I haven't been able to do anything for a week. Up until this morning I thought my mood was fine. I really just want to crawl back into bed and screw my obligations and say see ya next fall... but I don't have a reason.