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Words this morning, tonight: 1,025
Sections completed: Three
Words total: 3,969
Reason for stopping/morning: Had to go to school.
Reasons for stopping/evening: Felt like ass, needed sleep.
Coffee?: Surprisingly, no. Tea in evening.
Food: Mainly crap all day—three chocolate bars, Japanese snacks. Fresh fruit, Black Pepper Beef and Pad Thai from Spring Rolls in evening
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Exercise: Wanted to, but the ass-like feeling was already well underway by end of day, so I just went home.
Non-Writing-Related Work: Marked second draft proposals from 9:00 AM to 3:00 PM, with no pee-breaks. Dealt with a guy who didn’t know what "draft" meant, a couple who claimed I’d never taught them how to write an outline, a guy whose hard-drive had exploded, etc. (This was the same guy who, earlier in the week, threw away half his visual presentation mark by not bringing a clip to class, because he couldn’t find his particular movie "anywhere" [and couldn’t possibly use the two weeks before his turn to switch to a more accessible movie either, apparently. Of course, I felt less sympathetic when he eventually admitted that he could have gotten one at Roger’s, except he "owed them $23.00".])
Darling du Jour: "God's a right bastard, old son—-‘im, his Son, the ‘Oly Bloody Ghost an’ all. That's why 'e's King."
Tyop du Jour: sue = use
Mean Things: An "angel" ate a rat; the usual bad language; lots of blasphemy.
Books in progress: John Connolly’s latest Charlie Parker mystery, The Black Angel, which is turning out to be a real cognitive jump for his ‘verse, in that it seems to be implying A) that there are demons routinely masquerading as human beings and B) that Charlie may be one of them. Which I suppose is no big surprise, given his usual behaviour and evil-spotting abilities, but still seems at least slightly at odds with Connolly’s otherwise Dennis Lehane-type straightforward noir action. Still, I’m enjoying the (Hell!) out of it.;)
Bodily crap: The huge open cold-sore on the inside of my lip, unfortunately not a new thing (it usually pops up whenever stress and/or PMS take hold), has been joined by an equally grotesque cold-sore underneath one nostril (which acrually is new, or at least recent). Both of them have since given rise to an infection in my lymph nodes which made the front two—right under my chin—swell up like beans in water. No damn fun at all.
Summation: I’m hoping this will have improved by tomorrow, since I can currently barely stand to talk and/or raise my head. But thinking realistically, I foresee a long, snowed-in weekend ahead of me, most of it spent trapped inside a small apartment with Steve and a tiny crazy boy. At the best, I might get maybe two more sections done, though. That won’t suck too much.
P.S.: Yes, this obviously means I won’t be at Jen Judge’s shower, for which I apologize. Enjoy.
Sections completed: Three
Words total: 3,969
Reason for stopping/morning: Had to go to school.
Reasons for stopping/evening: Felt like ass, needed sleep.
Coffee?: Surprisingly, no. Tea in evening.
Food: Mainly crap all day—three chocolate bars, Japanese snacks. Fresh fruit, Black Pepper Beef and Pad Thai from Spring Rolls in evening
.
Exercise: Wanted to, but the ass-like feeling was already well underway by end of day, so I just went home.
Non-Writing-Related Work: Marked second draft proposals from 9:00 AM to 3:00 PM, with no pee-breaks. Dealt with a guy who didn’t know what "draft" meant, a couple who claimed I’d never taught them how to write an outline, a guy whose hard-drive had exploded, etc. (This was the same guy who, earlier in the week, threw away half his visual presentation mark by not bringing a clip to class, because he couldn’t find his particular movie "anywhere" [and couldn’t possibly use the two weeks before his turn to switch to a more accessible movie either, apparently. Of course, I felt less sympathetic when he eventually admitted that he could have gotten one at Roger’s, except he "owed them $23.00".])
Darling du Jour: "God's a right bastard, old son—-‘im, his Son, the ‘Oly Bloody Ghost an’ all. That's why 'e's King."
Tyop du Jour: sue = use
Mean Things: An "angel" ate a rat; the usual bad language; lots of blasphemy.
Books in progress: John Connolly’s latest Charlie Parker mystery, The Black Angel, which is turning out to be a real cognitive jump for his ‘verse, in that it seems to be implying A) that there are demons routinely masquerading as human beings and B) that Charlie may be one of them. Which I suppose is no big surprise, given his usual behaviour and evil-spotting abilities, but still seems at least slightly at odds with Connolly’s otherwise Dennis Lehane-type straightforward noir action. Still, I’m enjoying the (Hell!) out of it.;)
Bodily crap: The huge open cold-sore on the inside of my lip, unfortunately not a new thing (it usually pops up whenever stress and/or PMS take hold), has been joined by an equally grotesque cold-sore underneath one nostril (which acrually is new, or at least recent). Both of them have since given rise to an infection in my lymph nodes which made the front two—right under my chin—swell up like beans in water. No damn fun at all.
Summation: I’m hoping this will have improved by tomorrow, since I can currently barely stand to talk and/or raise my head. But thinking realistically, I foresee a long, snowed-in weekend ahead of me, most of it spent trapped inside a small apartment with Steve and a tiny crazy boy. At the best, I might get maybe two more sections done, though. That won’t suck too much.
P.S.: Yes, this obviously means I won’t be at Jen Judge’s shower, for which I apologize. Enjoy.
