The conference room giving me odd and curious, borderline hostile vibes today, right now.  Not that I’m getting any cruel or unfriendly looks, nothing like that, just the feel in here isn’t welcoming.  It’s all the writer’s head, I know, and I’m imagining this all, but it’s what I’m sensing.  My thoughts go uncontrollably peripatetic on my, and a bit apoplectic.  Why?  Should have eaten something.  My fault.

Janet, the department’s office boss staples something then disappears.  May have written too much, today.  Is that possible?  Sure it is, Mikey…. You’re burnt out.  On writing?  Yes.  On writing.

And you’re still writing.  So stop.