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I felt way more than a little loopy just before I fell asleep last night, and the feeling continued when I woke up-- I went ahead and showed up for work anyway. Felt better after a little while. . .

Or at least I thought I did, because this is what my afternoon's been like:

*sends off novels to Kath for editing and then opens another novel to get to work*

*goes wandering around to look for updates to favorite webcomics instead*

*then finds a few amusing movie reviews*

Brain: "Okay, seriously now. Writing. Needs to get done. Work."

*one of the movie reviews is for Gladiator, which of course mentions Joaquin Phoenix, which sends me off on a happy net-search for lj communities*

Hormones: "Yeah, yeah, in a minute . . . oooh, yummy."

Brain: "I mean it. The book is not going to magically write itself." ::sigh:: "Darnit. Have to wait for a minute anyway, because now I'm hungry."

Hormones: "Heehee."

Brain: "Get out of the gutter, right now!"

Hormones: "Being in the gutter is my job. Deal with it."

Brain: "Never mind. But after I find food, we are getting to work on the book."

Hormones: "Riiiiiiight."

Guess who's winning that argument so far? I have the attention span of a hummingbird on crack, I swear.