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Okay. I think I got that, at least as far as understanding it goes. I might write it down somewhere and stick it by my computer so I have it to refer to when I have to make future sentences in other chapters, but so far I think I've got that. Whether or not I wrote it all correctly is another matter, but..

Oogh. Getting a sore throat, which, not sure if this is just being tired and having a runny nose or getting the cold that Flutter's been out with for the past couple of days. I has a wary. And a do not want. And I need to make spaghetti sauce tonight for game, I think. Or if not for game at least for dinner, and then we can have it over the course of the next week, either way. But still do not want.

On the plus side, one novel down. Now a couple weeks of resting up from it and then going back and editing it, bashing it into shape and whatnot. And in the meantime I get to work on both my desert novel and my SciFi Big Bang. Neither of which are coming along as well or as long as I want them to, argh. I need to... something. I think I should have put more detail into my outline for the desert novel, at the very least. Maybe that'll happen today. Expanding on what needs to be done in some of those scenes. Aaand I need to update my notes on the angels, and. And and and. Too much stuff, not enough time.

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Oh god, I'm falling asleep. My throat hurts and at least the creeping dizzies and the sniffles have tapered off to nothing, but I am seriously falling asleep here. On the plus side, I have Gibbs in my head yelling at me if I go near the candy basket. Why is there not more time in the day? Seriously.

In theory, there is game tomorrow. In theory. It all depends on whether or not we get enough players over and whether the BRIAN BLESSED expy shows up. Either way, there will be spaghetti sauce tonight, because it will get eaten either way. And then there will also be pesto, goddammit. And, um. Something. Maybe there will be bruschetta. I could do with some bruschetta. Of course, I could also strangle the boy for not clearly articulating plans and/or clearly deciding whether or not there's going to be game tonight. Brb, strangling boy.

Right. So, I think the plan for tomorrow involves Italian food and maybe game or maybe not, but people coming over hopefully to devour my tasty tasty food. And ... something. God, I have no brain. Someone lend me a brain, mine's decided that it's vacation time since I've finished my noveling. Sort of. Finished one novel. Still need to do the others which, heh. Time is going to be at a premium tonight AND tomorrow night. Ew. Well, maybe it'll be incentive to be efficient abooooh. I'll reorganize my outlines to be more detailed. That's what I'll do. HAH. A battle plan.