Well 18 days in and I hit my wall. Not that I have run out of things to write about by any means. Hell I have a whole list of ideas sitting right next to me. I am just not feeling any of them. A whole run of crazy work deadlines back-to-back and feeling like ass for more than a week have drained me. I want the weekend and I want it now. I took an ill-advised dinnertime nap yesterday for almost 2 hours and still had no problem falling right asleep at 10. Not good.
This morning I realized I did not have a single deadline in front of me today and there was no motivation to get up whatsoever. I managed to still get to work on time. Mostly. Now sitting in my cubicle and all I can do is fantasize about a vacation day.