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Bleeeeeh.
February 22, 2010 Progress Notes:
"When Your Number Isn't Up"
Words today: 100.
Words total: 3700.
Reason for stopping: I am really too messed up on Benadryl right now to be writing fiction. And that became apparent very quickly.
Darling du Jour: Not tonight, Virginia.
Mean Things: I am really too messed up on Benadryl right now to be writing fiction.
Research Roundup: N/A.
Books in progress: Paolo Bacigalupi, The Windup Girl; Kurt Vonnegut, Galapagos.
The glamour: Pajamas, TV, a bit of washing dishes and Ideo e-mail. And Chinese takeout, since I am feeling even more sorry for myself than I was last night and required soothing wonton soup.
I knew I should have never admitted to being sick. Because now I'm sick: coughing up gunk and achy and dizzy and brainmussed and hoarse. This never happened before I gave it tacit permission to exist.
Well, at least I already had a doctor's appointment lined up for Thursday?
Laptop Debt Kill:
2100 / 17000 words. 12% done!
"When Your Number Isn't Up"
Words today: 100.
Words total: 3700.
Reason for stopping: I am really too messed up on Benadryl right now to be writing fiction. And that became apparent very quickly.
Darling du Jour: Not tonight, Virginia.
Mean Things: I am really too messed up on Benadryl right now to be writing fiction.
Research Roundup: N/A.
Books in progress: Paolo Bacigalupi, The Windup Girl; Kurt Vonnegut, Galapagos.
The glamour: Pajamas, TV, a bit of washing dishes and Ideo e-mail. And Chinese takeout, since I am feeling even more sorry for myself than I was last night and required soothing wonton soup.
I knew I should have never admitted to being sick. Because now I'm sick: coughing up gunk and achy and dizzy and brainmussed and hoarse. This never happened before I gave it tacit permission to exist.
Well, at least I already had a doctor's appointment lined up for Thursday?
Laptop Debt Kill: