I'm sleepy today. I want to write. But I want to nap. Write, nap, write, nap. If only naps could be productive--if only I could channel my naptime porn, hook up a hard drive to my head and let it eat my drowsy thoughts. Then I could wake up an hour later and have a written story to look at. I know that productive downtime is an oxymoron. And I'm not really a type-A personality. But still.
Things are quiet today.