excuse the lack of sense-making
The key factor in my working from home is that I never work from bed. I pretend that I go to work everyday at my house like my desk is actually ten miles away in Santa Monica like it used to be rather than ten feet from my bed. I never lay down after I start my day and try and stay out of bed until I go to sleep at night because otherwise I will never get any good sleep ever. I'll get that feeling of being too used to my bed, which is what happened in college when I would spend like six hours a day writing in the same spot I slept.
But the last two weeks I've been working non-stop (it feels that way at least) and I feel like I'm about to hit the wall that I've never hit before. Today I made the mistake of laying in my bed for five minutes. I didn't fall asleep, but now I know how good it feels to eat a sandwich and then lay in my bed for five minutes around 1:45 on a Thursday, and that feeling could be more addictive than my beloved Marlboro Lights.
And I would also blame my exhaustion for this exchange between me and one of the editors:
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