Is it just me?
Please tell me that other people are feeling wonky too.
I know there is a plague going around. Alas, the Amazing Flatmate is horribly ill. In fact, most of the crew she works with are ill. I think it's the flu, and it's not fun. Which reminds me. I need to pick up chicken soup, fresh ginger and fresh chillies...
I'm blaming daylight savings for it all.
Despite not being able to focus, I've managed to still work. I haven't written as much as I like, being only two thousand words each the last few writing sessions. Though it's not my goal, it's still better than writing nothing at all, so I'm not terribly stressed about it.
My next painting is coming along really well as well. This one is a slightly different style from the other ones, it being for a poem that's much lighter in tone. I'm aiming to give it a more watercolour feel. I'm not sure I'm succeeding. Oh well.
I might be finished that next week. Perhaps earlier. That'll be nice!
Right, I need to collect my coffee before I attempt to do work. Or I might just pass out.