Being sick is the pits! I've no energy for anything. No painting, no exercise, no creativity, no writing, no hope. Nada! Nothing!
For some reason being sick pushes all my negativity buttons. My inner critics completely take hold of my thinking. All my deepest, darkest fears about my career and creative success, or lack thereof, come to the fore. I spend my time thinking about everything I'm not achieving. It's fucking awful. I hate being sick.
Ah well, tomorrow's another day. We'll see what it brings.