I fell asleep at my desk today trying to write my novel. Several hours later, I woke up dizzy and confused. There were pen marks all over my face and the remnants of a squished banana in my hair. My scene cards were out of order and the Pokemon theme song had been playing on repeat in the background, meaning that Ash, Pikachu and co. now claim 1st place in my iTunes “top songs”. Oh, and my coffee was cold.
Tragic, I know.
It used to be, when days like this happened, that I would get depressed/freaked out/stressed because I hadn’t written the amount of pages I was hoping to. After a while, though (this type of thing seems to happen to me ALL THE TIME), I’ve learned to be more chill about it. Some days were just never meant to be productive. You’ve just got to accept it, sigh, and wash that icky banana juice out of your hair.