In an hour, the writing group will be here. I need to tidy the living room and bathroom, bring in a couple of chairs. Not only do I not feel like making the preparations, but I don’t feel like having the group at all. Primarily, I’m just tired from lack of sleep, but also I’m kind of resenting the intrusion into my quiet afternoon. Normally, we have these things at night, but we agreed to reschedule this one. The screenplay we’re discussing is exceptionally good, one of the best pieces we’ve read, so it’s not like I have a lot to say about it. I hate it when I feel lazy like this.