Hiatus

My illness has gotten demonstrably worse, and I have hit a writer's block, just to make things even more upsetting. I struggle to breathe on at least three incidences every day, and writing has become both difficult and, because I know where I want my stories to go, sort of... boring.
I still want to write, and I am no less committed to, at the very least, finishing what I started. I love to write, and that hasn't changed, but I am much less driven to write because every word I type right now feels dry and uncomfortably stale, like that baguette sitting on your kitchen counter, that feels and sounds more like a rock if you bang it against the counter.
Nonetheless, I will chew on the baguette, because it's a freaking baguette, and chewing on tough things is fun. Also it would be an absolute shame for it to be thrown away without even a single bite being taken out of it.
I canceled a planned trip to my grandmother's house, told my girlfriend to hold off on watching Teen Titans (the original) with me, and passed whatever I have on to my little brother, who should be in summer school at the moment.
So, yeah, sorry. I'll start writing the instant I can, but for now, this is me, signing off.