I wrote a lot at work on Monday. I wrote a lot yesterday. I wrote even more than that today.
My brain feels like mush.
That’s been fried.
Fortunately, tomorrow I can sleep in. Take a nap, even.
I might even write the four-hundred word article on a Stephen King novel I’ve been assigned. That being an article that’s not due until next Thursday. Get it out of the way now. Beat the holiday rush. 😉
But for right now? I have fried brain mush. I recommend the red wine with that.