The Big Apple.

So I've been cooped up at home today also. I find that it's worse in the morning, but better at night. Does that mean I'm a night person? I think I got a fever, but what exactly was the cause of this fever? I'm not so sure.

Being at home let me do some stuff that I couldn't do over the weekend because I was out of commission. Really just trying to clean up. I've managed to do a lot of laundry though, so that is always a plus.

I've been thinking some too. I need a muse, some source of inspiration. Maybe I've found it, but not sure how to put it all down. Sometimes I feel like I need to take a vacation, go somewhere and just mull over some thoughts. Arizona was nice for that actually. I think if not for the fact I was no sober and distracted most of the time, I would have organized some thoughts.

In this sense, I'm looking forward to a trip to New York. Although I'm not looking forward to paying for that plane ticket.

I was in bed most of yesterday too. But I went out for a bit in the afternoon because I needed some air. I realize some of the best Sunday afternoons are just spent chilling with someone special. No expectations of who you should or shouldn't be.