Follow this logic train.  When I come across poison ivy I basically burst into flames.  And apparently it still has roots in the garden bed I thought was clear after the unenvironmentally kind treatments sprayed there last year.  Several itchy days later due to the swath across my neck and face where I wiped my gardening hands, I am on a short course of steroids to knock this out.  Which leads to insomnia.  Which leads to screenplay editing, trying out log lines, shortening log lines.  Poison ivy, you cannot take credit for a writer's productivity.  You still suck.  Let's be clear about that.
Writing and 'roids.  Who knew?