Some days are just downright unproductive. I woke in the wee hours, all bright-eyed and bushy tailed, ready to have at the day. I spent hours trying to do research online, but I just couldn’t seem to find the right words for Google to give me what I wanted. Then I resorted to my bookshelf. Right now I can tell you quite emphatically that I’m really not feeling the joy of “holding a real book in my hands”. They certainly don’t smell warm and inviting either. Just musty and old, and have given me the most epic case of the sneezes ever. Finally, I caved, and spent a fortune on Amazon buying new reference books. At least they have what I’m looking for. Now I’m just not in the mood anymore. The air around my head is blue, and ennui has set in.
I got stuck for at least…
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