There's one thing this weekend of mine in London has left painfully clear: my like for traveling isn't very far from turning into a dislike. Why? The constant general sleepiness. The permanently empty mind, leaving me without inspiration to do anything. That never-ever-ending nagging in the back of my brain that I don't want to be where I am, but in my bed.

I know what I should do about it. Stimulate myself a bit more. But it's a downward spiral. One that affects everything. And the effort of getting out of it seems too much right now.

I need a break. I only wish I knew how to take one.