Sinuses and Alternate Realities...and Writing

Tired as hell. This cold is really kicking my ass. I hear the alluring call of a nap...and more Kleenex.

On hardcore good drugs. Legal ones. 

Writing has suffered this week. Big shock. 

But there has also been progress: I wrote a good deal on my tablet via my stylus...as if I was writing on notebook paper. Enjoyed it. And it worked well. AND I don't have to transcribe anything. 

I've been dying to get back to this blog...but now I just don't have anything to say.

The cold is sucking all my words into a black hole...filled with mucus. It's like a black hole/mucus cornucopia...if such a thing were possible. 

Maybe the physics from an alternate reality somehow converged in my sinuses.