Woke up groggy. Slept for 9 hours straight, the longest in weeks (I usually survive on 5-6 hours). Apparently my body was like, "Fuck you and your incessant writing, I need rest." No matter how much I try to stretch the day and do all these little chores that need to be done, they simply don't fit in.
When I have too much shit on my plate, I hold on to 2 main things I have to do:
Everything else can bloody wait.