I took today off to work on my naked angels play which needs to be done circa Jan 1. I always idealize what it’d be like to just write, probably because it’s pretty much the best thing ever. But not having to actually be at an office is of course replaced with other frustrations and distractions, such as a wrestling match and subsequent pillow fight with my self doubt, an impromptu, procrastinatey trip to Walgreens for wrapping paper, and then also a good thirty minutes in which I just really needed to eat a crapload of cheezits, and then also some writing. You know, here and there.