I've been all over the place today.
From waking up at 9 (I haven't woken up before 10:30 in weeks), to being stuffed in a car for an hour, to writing, to watching a horrible Heores episode to reading up on the state of gay fiction and excessive defensiveness to writing some more until my body hurts and my stomach is annoyingly hungry to hearing from someone who had great insider information during the writer's strike that a certain possible firing effectively kills a storyline that should have been one of the strongest this season, but which the writer's have turned into repetitive mush. I'm too tired to even react anymore.