Slept dern near 9 hours last night, because I was So. Tired. and my Head. Hurt. And — insert whine here.
Feeling more the thing today, and I seem to have gotten away from yesterday’s misadventures without a black eye, and the lump has subsided into a bump. It’s showing some disposition to decorate in mauve, but maybe I’ll get luck there, too.
In other news! One thousand fifty-ish new words and? The WIP has broken 70,000 words.
That? Was a TOUGH 10,000 words.
Now, I need to go find some lunch. Yeah. Lunch.
On today’s agenda is wondering if I ought to go to a movie tomorrow, or schedule a day to take a ride later in the week, because I honestly can’t remember when I Drove Somewhere, and while, yes, the price of gas is appalling, and it’s not summer anymore, I do need to remember to get out of the house and Do Stuff.
In the meantime — lunch.
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I think I probably will just go to see Wildwood tomorrow, and get out of the range of election day for a while. I am unfortunately going to finish my book tonight, so I’ll have to be pro-active about finding something to read that’s so engrossing, I won’t tempted to hit the ‘refresh’ on the election page every three minutes.
Argh.
Also, if you haven’t already — vote.