...but I'm not.
Yeah, I'm writing here, but I have a 2500-word article due tomorrow and that's where my thoughts should be.
Instead, I'm trying to convince my stomach to retain a cup of tea.
And I'm thinking about everything but the subject I'm supposed to be writing about, including (but not limited to): Cuba. Vicious Idaho predators. Corrupt politicians. My empty mailbox. People to whom I owe money. People who owe me money. Loneliness. Nausea.
This is not good.
15 hours ago