It's damp and wet outside and am cuddled underneath my sheets. Instead of a book, or my sketchpad, or a movie lulling me to sleep, I find myself writing again.
My only source of light is the glare of my new *ehem* laptop (the story of which, I will tell you in the next few posts). The only sounds I hear are the gentle clickity-clack of my fingers against the keyboard. There's approximately 2 hours of life left on the battery and am amazed that my wifi connection is holding up pretty well.
In a few minutes, I will start thinking of how to skip work tomorrow.
Starting right about...NOW.
