Good intentions, or not

Started this afternoon thinking I might try to finish the story I started late yesterday.

Now have a case of NFI (Not F***ing Interested). Headache isn’t helping.

I thought I’d feel more inclined towards writing once I had some hot food inside me.

That’s a no.

I’m going to make myself some Bovril (British hot beef flavoured drink) and then see how I feel about writing some more.

Frankly right now, all I want to do is sleep.

If I closed my eyes right now I’d be gone, bang, out in seconds.