Hell is staring at a blank Word document and being unable to string together a single creative sentence, come up with a single interesting idea, start a single story that's never been told before. Forever.
Likewise, Hell is staring at the clock at four in the morning, you're wide awake but don't want to be, you know you have things to do the next day that you need rest for, but for some damned reason your body is all ready to get up and do stuff, that sleep med you're trying to wean off of is singing its siren song to you, and every time you get the slightest bit drowsy something itches.
Likewise, Hell is staring at the clock at four in the morning, you're wide awake but don't want to be, you know you have things to do the next day that you need rest for, but for some damned reason your body is all ready to get up and do stuff, that sleep med you're trying to wean off of is singing its siren song to you, and every time you get the slightest bit drowsy something itches.
