I am inclined to want to stay upstairs all day--in bed, play with yarn or movies or video games or whatever--it feels like that kind of day where I want to stay in comfortable clothes and socked feet and bring my boyfriend with me because if I don't get us in a comfortable corner for long periods of time then our words may never come out

[oh god, dreams; woke up crying when i realized i'd been sleeping]

On the other hand, I came down here to look at the internet for the moment to see if anything interesting happened--it didn't, other than snow flurries in Florida--and think, but I can't work on anything upstairs, and this forward motion of creating now has me and wants to be fed