It's spring, feels like summer and I have a cold. I went to the grocery store over lunch for some medication and ended up with some homeopathic thing which actually helped more than the dayquil I took last night which didn't do anything other than make me really peppy. I can't write very well when I'm peppy. I get loopy and the story goes down rabbit holes of Caroll proportions.
So, until I recover, I need something to do besides scroll through Tumblr and watch too much internet TV. I have four or is it five? books to read, but am not in the mood to read.
Blast you, springtime cold, you are seriously messing with my springtime urges to get stuff done. Ack.