thene | (no subject)

I have that empty-brain feeling where I've done all the laundry and washing-up, caught up on my internets as well as I intend to do so, and I can't write and don't want to pollute my brain with other entertainment because another story is still occupying in my head. The loaf-tins are sat forlornly in my freezer, their bunny cargo long since consumed. There's this sense of clarity and reflection that I have no idea what to do with; I want to write but nothing appropriate is biting right now.

I guess I am going to try going to sleep. Or maybe leaving this state and finding somewhere where there are intellectually curious people to talk to.