I’m doing that little dance with myself right now, that dance I do when I am trying to sit down and write a story. I always find distractions. I just ate a bologna sandwich, and now I feel a little sick, so I might lay down. But really, I don’t even feel very sick, I’m just telling myself that so I can procrastinate even longer. Maybe I do feel a little sick. Bologna isn’t very good for you and I don’t really ever eat it. I just had a craving for it. Sometimes you just want cheap, super-processed meat. Maybe I’m pregnant, but probably not.
