So after spending a day or two not writing and just relaxing (relaxing in this case is watching some of the first season of SNL on DVD as well as other stuff and reading a bunch of Twain) I got up this afternoon intending to write.

And then I realized I slept oddly on my left wrist (the good one) and shot it all to hell.

The universe really wants me to slack. I shall abide by its choice.