I've reclaimed the use of my imagination, for better or for worse, I've yet to know

[balsamandash]

So in the last twelve hours I:
> Spent a solid two or three hours having a massive meltdown over my writing
> Proceeded to hit the spot of numbness to actually do things
> Cut my verse list in half and then some, altered what remains a lot, and left myself with things I may actually be able to do with
> And now the productivity burst is wearing off, am starting to feel weird and twitchy over having done that, because I am not a real writer, so why do my verses need to be good ones or things I can do actual writing with?


.... My brain, ladies, gentlemen, and neither of the above.

I still kind of want to work on verses but I'm not sure I'm not getting too tired for it, so, we'll see.

(Also, I've marathoned Community to ridiculous extents. We have a week-long Hulu trial. I don't want it to leave me ever.)