I really did spend Sunday shopping for groceries. After coming off of my booze and Twizzler high, I realized I needed protein and vegetables, and real goddamn coffee. But that was the morning - I spent the rest of the day sleeping and reading, and falling asleep while reading. It wasn't so much that I felt I had to "recover", as much as it was a chance to veg out for the first time in six weeks. I don't have any more vacation or personal days off of work for the rest of the year, so I plan on spending the rest of my weekends in a similar fashion. I'll do the bulk of my writing on weekdays, but I'm giving myself a break at least on Saturday or Sunday.
Work has been strange. Whenever someone starts to talk to me, I whip out a stopwatch and tell them they have a minute-thirty before they have to shut up. Everyone speaks in pathetic fallacies, their characterizations are somewhat one-dimensional, and their endings never quite bring all the threads of the conversation together in a satisfying resolution. And for reasons I cannot begin to fathom, no one appreciates it when I answer the phone in the voice of Harlan Ellison™. Cocksuckers!
I'll do a writing post (and post photos) tomorrow - I've been slow to start up with the writing routine again. However, despite having allowed myself this one week to rest a bit, I've already been working on the revisions for a couple of stories, and one will be ready for submission next week. I also now need to find a professional-level writing workshop - a "live" one, not an online forum. That's not going to be easy, even with Clarion on my resume. Maybe if I offer to bring beer and hookers instead of stories... hey, that just might work!