Crashbox

As usual this is not the time be blogging. There are many, many things to get done today, and I am already tired and slow moving. But the computer screen is drawing me; it appears comforting and sympathetic. But it is a cruel, loveless thing. And now that I am here, my mind is soggy; I have run out of Important Observations, Critical Discoveries, and Artistic Musings. There is nothing to say that would help either of us, yet I am unwilling to leave this spot. Now; I must drag myself up from this seat, try to focus on happy things and the tasks at hand, and all the while wish I could be home on the couch with a blanket. I can't. But I'll think about it anyway.