I overslept today, in a bad way. I woke up at midday, feeling groggy as hell and more apt to puke than write. It's now after midnight and I'm finally working on my Scribble for Sunday.
Coming up with something this week has proven difficult, because whenever I consider the topic, all I can think about is how much I want to write about my lovely cat and all his quirks and foibles. A number of unsatisfactory potential stories cycled through my mind until I was finally struck by inspiration. I'm going to try and rattle off as much as I can right now and then sleep on it.
If this one is a little more strange than usual, you can thank my state of mind.