OK, so sometimes (a lot of the time) staying at my parents' place drives me nuts. The town is small, there's few of my friends left here, there's nothing to do. There's pay-by-the-hour access which is giving me withdrawal symptoms because I am the Net Vampire. But this having nothing to do thing is sometimes a great relief. Like it is now. This is, in essence, the holiday from life that I've been craving for so long. I can play Merchant Prince all day, if I like. I can lie back and read, and when I can't keep my eyes open, I can nap for three hours, and not wake up in a mad panic. I can spend half an hour just playing with the cat.

Under all this relaxation, I can literally feel my energy being returned. For the first time in months, I'm starting to get inspired to write again.

And I will write today.

By all the Stanleys dead and gone, I swear it. (5 points)