Sometimes, I wish I could hide in the woodwork. Might be fun. I'd pick a piece that had some great carved detail--I'm sure I could entertain myself for a few hours or days.
Last night I couldn't get to sleep because my creative mind would NOT shut off. Too much reading. And now, I'm up but have no place to go since the mall is slow and they canceled the shift I managed to scrounge up. I should write. I have my plot ninja and he usually helps out when my muse is still asleep, but I'd rather mope for a few minutes.
Okay, no more self-pity wallowing. I guess it is time to face the world. And maybe find some lunch!