i’m in the midst of debating the merits of making a pot coffee vs. the merits of curling up in bed with breakfast at tiffany’s and an impending nap.

there are many, many words i need to write in the next two days. there are even more words i want to write. i haven’t been doing so well with the unpaid writing lately. work is taking all my words and that makes me feel uncomfortable. i have huge fears about work consuming everything that is me and lately i haven’t had the energy to fight the battle. i’ve let it suck the personality right out of me and just the thought of that makes my stomach hurt. i don’t ever want to become a complete corporate drone. that would probably kill me.

i still have one more day off. time enough to get a good chunk of a short story done, update backwash and write a book review, right? so perhaps a nap isn’t too far-fetched. of course, if i hadn’t napped yesterday, i’d have probably been sleeping at 3:30 instead of cleaning my apartment.