Slightly wilted

[feldman]

Just under the weather enough to have no energy, but not feeling sick enough to justify laying around like a turd.  And yet, turd-like I remain.  Words are failing me even though I wanted to get some writing done.  Maybe drawing might be the thing.

I want to make some art for my wipbigbang entry, as the artist fell through and my story is bare of accompaniment.  I usually do a cover for stories that size, and I hadn't for this one because of the whole big bang aspect, and so now it keeps feeling unfinished at me.