It has not been a mentally productive day, unless mental productivity means determining worst case scenarios. Probably not bad considering I got under six hours of sleep. I haven’t decided how closely to follow the news. None of it, of course, is good. Lots of it is entirely shameful. It’s been a long day, though it doesn’t seem like it’s been as long as last night. I’m debating revising the schedule for this site, down from four posts a day to a max of four but with x amount of words. I don’t know. The blog is supposed to help my process and voice as a writer, in addition to offering witty commentary on Maugham. None of those things seem very important right now. Whereas hiding under my bed and sucking my thumb seems perfectly logical.