It's the day after Christmas... actually the night after... and I'm sick of "relaxing." I don't know how many times I've said I need a vacation but me sitting twiddling my thumbs at 12 am because everyone has gone to bed for more than one evening is too much. So I guess I'm not capable of relaxing. I guess I don't really enjoy it. I don't enjoy running around all day like a headless chicken and getting heart palpitations due to stress either.
So is there a happy medium? Is this part of the author curse?
meghan aka bored author, illustrator, wanna-be-song-writer/singer plus my new insane idea-- doctor (yeah, no one thinks I could ever...)