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| Words Total | 26,342 |
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Tuesday,
February 6, 2007
Not what I would call a good morning
For starters, I woke up with my right bicep feeling like someone had replaced the lower muscle with ground glass sometime in the night. I can only attribute this to the fact that I started using a trackball yesterday instead of a mouse -- this office has little to no ergonomic functionality in it, so I suspect I didn't have nearly the elbow support I needed, and my bicep took the full strain for all of yesterday. I'm waiting for the ibu to kick on, but man, driving in my manual transmission car this morning was an adventure.
Next, I received some mail from my contracting company's benefits department, saying that I waived all insurance and other benefits for this year. I most certainly did not, and have the fax confirmation on my desk that I did indeed fax in the form on 1/31, so I'm waiting for call back from them to get this straightened out (hell, the only real reason I have a day job is so that I can bring in health insurance -- ain't no way I'm waiving that).
Mrrph. Can I get a do-over for today, please?
On the other hand, the word count ain't too shabby
Words today: 1257
Words for Novel_in_90: 26,830
Total wordcount: 37,027
(41.1%)
A first in my writing career: I started tearing up as a new character (potential love interest for Maria) explained how his dad died in Iraq last year while on patrol with his National Guard squad. The explanation was simple, straightforward, without any sort of expectation of sympathy or support, and I just wanted to cuddle the poor kid. I know it's dramatically necessary, but man, even I can't believe I can be this cruel.