Just when I thought I was feeling better...

I spent today breathing much easier and only succumbing to coughing fits a couple times, but still feeling so fucking lethargic. I don't know if it's the weather, or if it's the Sunday blahs, or if I'm just feeling hopeless after typing up some hand-written novel stuff and realizing that a large chunk of scenes I've already drafted are either nothing but fragments that need a lot more work, or material that is not even relevant to the overall story anymore.

But at this point, the cause of my malaise doesn't matter. What does matter is that I have no appetite, and I have no energy, and I just want to crawl under a rock until spring.

Someone please bring me some fresh apple juice, or give me something to look forward to. Preferably travel plans to someplace warm and sunny.

Sorry I'm not more entertaining these days. I think the crash following the Holiday Madness World Tour is affecting me a bit more than usual. I went back to work the day after Christmas when I probably should have used the time to lie around and recover.

I'll be back to my old, predictable self soon enough, and when I am I'll regale you with my thoughts on Darren Aronofsky's The Wrestler.