Got home from work today with my head buzzing with the story I needed to write. Sat here for about 2 hours & got 971 words down. Then I stopped for a break & to read livejournal. It was a bad idea. Now my nerves are thoroughly jangled.
I can't go into any details because it all involves other people's privacy or other people's triggers, but I really feel like I need to climb back into my fiction because real life is too depressing.