A Book of Tongues: THUD

Words added: 769. Chapter thus far: 6,500+. Whole chapter: ...over 9,000. Agh! Though I know at least 1,000 of that is notes which will be consolidated, cut and fall by the wayside, which should make me feel better. Man, what the hell. Am I simply incapable of doing anything quickly anymore? Was I ever?

This brief freak-out brought to you by the numeral 12 (for midnight, which it is now officially after) and the substance snot (as in what's currently making me want to shoot myself in the head, just to release the pressure). I'm sure I'll feel better in the morning, once I've dragged Cal to school and my own ass home again...

In other news, I watched my first official Torchwood episode (besides Day Five of Children of Earth, that is). "Greeks Bearing Gifts", Season One. Are they all like that?

A Bit Better (In Every Way)

Woke up this morning with a sinus full of liquid that tipped out as I sat up, and I've been re-draining the damn thing ever since. Nevertheless, I feel like I've turned a corner. And I just did 760 words on Chapter Eleven, so that's good, too...

But now: Need to go outside, eat some real food, maybe even check out Caitlin R. Kiernan's The Red Tree, if it's already reached up here. I don't think I can quite rationalize buying it, just yet, but I suppose we'll have to see. Take back my overdue copy of Prison Break: The Final Break, which was fun but not essential (though it did contain the fairly wonderful spectacle of Lori Petty playing a Miami prison "bitch block" queenpin named Daddy--the literal female version of T-Bag, though less physically attractive than I meant A-Cat to be, in her skanky Southern way). Then go pick up the boy, and see just how crazy both of us can get before tonight's BodyCombat class.

I'm still a day behind, due to the long weekend, but I do feel like I'm finally somewhat ahead, too. It's nice.;)