It’s just not happening today.

I woke up at six this morning since I needed to e-mail some edits to my editor before seven. I had to drag myself to the computer and somehow force out the few lines of text.

I couldn’t go to sleep right after, so I stayed up, drinking tea, reading e-mail, going through the news, the podcasts, and the blogs. Nothing interested me, but I stuck to it for a few hours.

I have two pieces due soon, but I’m struggling. My mind’s fuzzy, my thinking is clouded, and very little of what’s in front of me is making sense.

At ten, I put on some loud music, hoping it would clear up the fogged brain cells a little, but nada. Then I sat on my bed, with more warm tea, and sipped it while I read. Later, I napped for a couple of hours.

Now it’s almost 4 p.m., and I’m drinking more tea, munching on biscuits, and blasting loud music as I write this. (Though I will publish it on schedule tomorrow morning at 6 a.m.)

I might as well accept that today is just one of those days.