That's about the best way to describe it. I'm working on short sleep, short food and just short temper I guess. It was one of those weekends where you end up thinking about sleeping in forever.
Needless to say, not a whole lot of writing got done, and I'm now about 1500 words behind the pace I try to set. It's not a complete disaster, but it may be a while before I get back up to speed. At least I am writing, even if its a new idea and the opening chapter is.... clunky, so far.
Hopefully this just means my muse somehow got into the vodka and gin again. We'll know more soon.