"Sickness is a luxury we can ill afford..."

That sounds like a quote, but damned if I know where it's from. Ugh.

How can I have written 98,000 some odd words and still feel like I'm behind? Explain that to me? I need to bust my ass today, but I woke up a few hours ago and went straight back to bed because I feel like crap. Head cold of doom. Sneezing all over the place. Gross.

Then again, maybe it'll be good for my writing. I mean, I supposedly write some really good shit when I'm under the influence of either colds or cold medicine. Hmm.

Well, we'll see. It's shower time right now.

"Attack/Reload"

I can't eat the rest of this spaghetti. I made about this much last night and ate it all, but now it's just too much. At least.. I don't know what at least. My headache's coming back.

I feel a little better anyway, so maybe that's the at least. Had a shower, got dressed, put on some KMFDM and Suzanne Vega (and if you know anything about those two's musical styles you might be giving me very weird looks right now) and put on my Mardi Gras beads. Or some of them anyway. Why? I don't know why. Just because. They're shiny, and shiny things sometimes make me feel better. I've got my lollipops now, and some water, and I can settle down to write. WIth a box of tissues and... I need my teddy bear.

I don't know why I need my teddy bear. It's that kind of day. At least I've been pretty productive so far.

Back to Nanowrimo, and yay! LCRP tonight! We might actually get some stuff done for the first time in a few weeks. Or at least we'll get Seb off the island and to Alice, who gets to find out just what he's done to himself. Heh heh heh.