Yesterday, I spent the day packing. At 4p.m. out of nowhere I started getting really sick and lost my voice. By 6p.m., I had to lie in bed. I have never gotten so sick so suddenly ever. There were no symptoms at all.
All this to say that my head is killing me, and no ideas are flowing in today.
But, i do remember Stephen King having a similar situation where he was sick with a fever and got a great idea for a short story. I don't remember which one, now.
Here's to making the best of a shitty situation.