Sick

Ah, crap, I caught a cold or flu or something.

All week I've been dead tired and in a mental slump and couldn't figure out why until I realized I really hadn't been keeping up with my daily writing routine. I spend a good hour each day just mentally dumping onto digital paper or even real paper depending on my mood, but for about a week and a half I just stopped.

It's no wonder I have a cold today, I've been neglecting my mental life a bit too much.

It's great to be here, but the weirdness of stress at work is interfering with things. The company I work for is in a strange position financially, which is surprising considering it's size and all, and as a result everyone around me is stressed out, bitter, angry, confused ... Myself, I'm not any of those things, but I have a tendency to take on the emotional states of people around me. Empathy? Hardly ... In any case, it's quite literally made me ill. I got some kind of bug from someone at work and just need to rest, now, I guess.

I feel like I've been resting all week, but guilting myself over the lack of activity. Hey, it's not all peaches and pie on "vacation".

So, note to future self: don't quit your writing.