Good morning. I am technically “awake” but the rest of my body hasn’t got that memo yet.
Today I have an eight-page script to write (already laid out most of it) and a one-page script to write (no idea yet) and the fifth GENEVA module to wrestle with, as I was unable to quite land it over the weekend because hey my brain is fried here on the eighty-fourth week of lockdown.
(But I did finish BATMAN’S GRAVE 10 on Friday night.)
You ever have those days where you wake up and you just know that something is wrong and off? I’m presuming my hypertension is kicking off and my fluctuating blood pressure is creating a sense of impending doom, but it feels like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop and everything’s going to catch fire today. Unmanageable stress! It’s fun!
Inbox 15. 21C out here on the Thames Delta. I need a lot of thinking time. And more coffee. Hi.