It's a Devil's Rejects Kind of Day
I should be working on the manuscript. I did not get a chance to last night, so I thought I'd do it this morning. However ...
I woke up. Turned on the radio. It was a song from The Devil's Rejects, one of my favorite films. In keeping in spirit, I threw the CD soundtrack on and cranked it the fuck up so I could hear it in the shower.
Then I grabbed a shirt from the laundry basket to put away. It was my daughter's shirt from the movie that I have her wear as pajamas.
Grabbed a shirt to wear to work tomorrow, and sure enough, it was also from the film.
If I didn't know better I'd say someone was trying to tell me something.
If I worked on the manuscript now, I wouldn't be going to work. I know myself that well. I'd sit and write and not stop until I fell asleep. Instead, I'll go to work and attempt (most likely successfully) to keep the human face on and not slip up. It will be difficult, but I am good at maintaining. (I've made it this far in life thanks to that ability to maintain.)
Tonight I will work on the manuscript, most likely with the soundtrack blaring and a tall glass of water or some other beverage. And I may go until I pass out.
Assuming, of course, this day goes smoothly.