Worrythings.

Do you have stuff that you play with when you're nervous or whatever? I do.
Luna, shut up, not that. You're gross. Stop. Stop touching those. Get out of my office.
Anyway, no. I meant to do something intelligent today but maybe I'll do something later in the week. Me, I have... all these kinds of things I play with. And I seem to lose so much time doing that, but I've come to realize when I don't have something to toy with in my hooves, or I resist the urge to get up and pace around the room a little, I actually. Get less done, because that urge is sitting there in my brain gnawing at me. I mean sure, sometimes I do ignore it and keep going. Other times, if I ignore it, it murders my brain.
I also find that some days, when I don't just. Get up and move around a little, when I spend too long sitting there, thinking... drooling a little on my desk, as Luna likes to point out... then I end up with more worries on my mind, too, and always less satisfied with my work at the end of the day. Which sucks. But if I balance it right... the right amount of balancing my quill on my nose and neurotic pacing with the right amount of work... then I end up doing better. I feel more relaxed, I feel better about my work, everything just feels... you know, better.
So yeah. That's my silly thing for now. Because I'm exhausted but I wanted to write something silly out. And Luna says when all else fails, touch yourself.
I don't really. Know how to argue with that advice.

~Scrivener Blooms