Little monster!

It might be what I took to treat the migraine, but little mister here has been a bit of a (albeit cute) monster since last night: he wouldn't sleep, wouldn't nap, bit my breast, scratched my face and pulled my hair. Just lovely, especially on very little sleep. I had wanted to write today but it just couldn't happen. A room of one's own, like the great W said, is awesome. But what's the use of that if your body isn't your own?