Well, okay. Not really.
I went for a walk yesterday, did everything that I wanted to get done _ writing, etc.
This morning? I wake up in one of those stupid panics. I kept falling asleep and having stupid dream-snippets. For some reason, this made me panicky, and go wake up J to make me feel better.
So, this is my skip-day. I'll be having them on my days off when I go back to work, where I just plan to lie on the couch and read or something. Skip-day. What am I saying. SLUG-day. This is my slug day.