Spent forty minutes labeling my bookshelves.
Moved an old chair into my office while listening to The Mountain Goats.
I don’t know what to listen to so I listened to this. And then I turned it off and looked up flights to NY and then I heard a sound outside and I went out to the balcony and it was two guys walking on the street playing sonic boom-sounding tracks and futuristic effects from their phones and trying to make people come out on the balconies.
Other people get the flu. Writers take Pseudoephedrine.
1000 words. Plus I’ve been dreaming a lot lately. Always happens when I start a new work, and the uppers help.