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

[kittydesade]

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.