Spent the morning writing a book review, because even in the throes of post-novel ennui we must find useful work. Useful work that does not engage the storytelling function. Criticism, apparently, uses different neurons than the ones currently flopping in exhaustion on my floor.
As I am both feeling unwell and wallowing through an introvert fit, I think I will continue to blow off everything that could involve leaving the house and instead sit on the couch and
But first, lunch.