Everything Hurts

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I finished writing the little mini story I’d been working on, and I’m hoping that editing it and posting it will help me move onto the next story. I think turning off the majority of my phone notifications was a good call, but I think another thing I’m going to have to keep in mind is that I haven’t been sitting in my “writing space”--I’ve been sitting in my living room chair in front of the TV. Even if I have music on instead of a show or a movie, there is something to be said for being in the space that is designed and designated for relaxing and TV watching instead of being in the space I designated and designed to be my writing space. Not that the space is a necessity, we all write wherever we can whenever we can, but I do think it helps to be away from the spaces that your brain catalogs as “resting” places. 

 

I can’t decide what I want to do more right now, pass the fuck out or take a hot bath with bubbles and Epsom salts. Both sound incredible right now. I cleaned the bathroom earlier this evening with plans to take advantage of my mom’s big tub while she and dad are away, but I’m exhausted. Tomorrow though, I know I’m going to be sore as hell, and I just have to wonder if I’m going to be able to move in the morning if I don’t do a little something to ease those muscles now. It’s just hard to say. Granted I would hate to fall asleep in the bathroom and drown there. That would be pretty fucking terrible. 

 

I need to go do one or the other though. Enjoy your Friday evening peeps!