I have wasted the entire weekend.

I don't even know how many times I sat down to write over the last few days and got distracted or became uncomfortable (because of my boot cast and ankle/knee pain) or spent too long thinking about one particular aspect of a plot only to find myself, hours later, staring at all of the nothing I had written.

I'm becoming quite annoyed with myself.

Even now. I could still write something. It's not even 8:30pm yet. But I am so freakin' tired that I can barely keep my eyes open. WTF?! Pain meds and stress, I'm tellin' ya. It's really annoying.

Maybe tomorrow.