I just saw pages out of my spanish book and conjugations swirling, so I decided to try and read a little slash, to ease the dizziness...but instead, I just started thinking about my own fic and I had this heavy urge to write and write and like totally knock out the fourth part, but guilt about conjugations and God Help Me Rip Van Winkle started to strangle the urge. So, I'm left near tears, hyperventilating, and typing this.
I just really want to WRITE! But I can't! *stomps feet*
(and my best friend/Mama...didn't pick up the phone to help me through this!)