The Bologna Blog

Writing

Just returned home from a very long night of work at the hospital. I won't bore you with the details, just know it was a very hairy hullabaloo kind of shift. I have to return in ten short hours. Now I am used to it, but the thing that makes me the saddest is my lack of time and energy to write. I tried to write a tale for Screams but my eyes are closing as I type. Not to mention my muse is hidden beneath the exhaustion. I shall have to wait yet again for a day off to surface. I miss using my imagination on days such as this. It feels like a pent-up flurry of electricity is trying to escape. Good night world until a later time.