"You feel your mind become a weapon"

Getting far too obssessed with KMFDM. And Raymond Watts, the man on whom the Rock and Roll Cowboy is based. Hell, what do I mean, 'getting.'

Today's phrase is 'inevitability of her determination.' It doesn't sound like it means what I want it to mean, but you know what? I'm not going to erase it and sacrifice four valuable words.

And I can't type anymore.

I swear, I need either more blood sugar or more sleep. On the other hand I also just grabbed Subway for lunch, so it's probably sleep. I feel dizzy, my characters are snarking at me to take better care of myself, I'm going giddy and depressive by turns, and I've been up since 8 am trying to wrangle a scene that didn't want to be wrangled. Stupid scene.

I do need a nap. I'm not sure how much I'm going to get written today, though, but it looks like a lot. It looks like I'm on a roll. Maybe I should do this more often, take NyQuil in the evening, get four hours of sleep, wake up at 8 am and get back to writing again. I don't know.

Need more hot chocolate.

And more KMFDM.

Raymond Watts is a cutie pie. But now I took that picture down so I don't drain their bandwith. Sorry!

I think I really am smoking the good crack. I mean, apart from the whole being woken up yesterday morning by Juli and Griffin arguing loudly... I'm worrying about the stupidest things, today. Like whether or not my word count is better or more or higher or whatever than the other Nanowrimo'ers on the community. Dude! 1) It doesn't matter, 2) It doesn't matter, 3) I've written 115,037 words so far in assorted of six different novels, all of which I intend to finish for Nanowrimo, which is more words than ... yeah, I think than any of the community and 4) It so doesn't matter! So... yeah. Not to mention freaking out 'cause I'm a fat bloated whale. Which I'm not. But today I feel like it.

Bleh. Enough of this wanking. Back to writing.