*staring at clock in horror*

It's nearly 6am and I haven't slept yet. Of course, I work at night, typically, so it makes sense that I don't sleep much on my nights off, but I have to take my horse to the vet at 10am. It's an hour drive and, depending on how willing she is to get in the trailer with only me there to coax her in, well, it could be a long morning.*eyes glaze over* Soon I shall take a shower. First, I need to gather the energy to do so.I'm so out of practice for writing. I have a sex scene to finish and while it's all playing out beautifully in my mind, my fingers are suddenly afflicted with idiocy and inability to translate pictures into words. Maybe I should chop them off...I think I have pnemonia. In fact, I'm pretty sure I do. Breathing has become difficult. Especially taking deep breaths. It's slightly painful and I can feel my heart take off when my brain realizes I can't breathe. Instant panic attack for about 5 seconds until I can relax enough to remember to breathe shallow and slow. Who gets pnemonia when it's 100 degrees outside? I'm surrounded by plot rats of various fandoms and they're all gnawing at my ankles. This can't be good.ok, the sun is now crossing over the horizon. A nap is in order.