silly me, thinking i can outsmart a cold.

despite trying not to overdo it, my cold decided it didn't like staying up late last night and came back. now my throat is killing me. i'm exhausted, but i know if i go to bed i'll just toss and turn. better to wait a while more.

i'm not sure what's come over me. i'm writing like mad. every spare minute of my day is going towards writing. it's a little disturbing, honestly. it's silly, i know, but i worry about running out of ideas and not knowing what to do then. gods know, i've had periods of complete unproductivity before ~ what happens when i fall back into that rut?

this also means i've become extremely antisocial again. *sigh* i don't mean to, i swear. but sitting at my computer is cheaper than going out...