Friday,
November 13, 2009
FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH
Don't even go there on triskadecaphobia
13 has always been a spectacularly lucky number for me, starting when I was 13 years old, in division 313 and renting trumpet #13 from the school. So today's been quite acceptable for me, especially since...
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I'm caffeinated beyond belief
Okay, 44% done (which isn't strictly true -- it's more like 22% done because this is easily going to go about 100K but let's stick to the Nanowrimo references for the nonce), and I was up until 3:45 AM last night writing but I got the wordage in and a nice little characterization scene where Poe has to dodge one of the University constables (aka Bulldogs) while conducting his own investigation, so that's all good.
I'm babbling, aren't I? See, I took a water pill this morning because I'm effectively allergic to being a girl and bloat up at both pertinent points in my cycle, lucky me, and since it was anhydrous caffeine instead of parabrom or whatever the hell is in those little blue capsules I'm kinda speeding along on legal stimulants and lack of sleep (I saw my coworker Theresa for the first time all week since she's been out with bronchitis and cried, "She's alive -- ALIVE!" in my best Baron Frankenstein impersonation, much to the bemusement of my other coworkers). I predict a face plant on the couch in my near future, but for the moment I actually feel kinda good, if chatty as all hell. And for the hell of it I'm going to see if I can chunk out 5K today and hit the magical halfway mark early. Well, hey, might as well use the stimulant while its racing through my bloodstream, right?
Also, custom icons? So freaking cool to make. I need to see if I can do some more.
My brain? Hates me
Well, I was going to say that's all you're getting from me today, folks. My brain has officially melted, and I'm going to bed.
Gah. Nice try, but my brain pretty much just laughed hysterically as I lay there staring at the ceiling for two hours. I am now listening to the CSI soundtrack and trying to mitigate the day's caffeine ingestion with a bottle of Parrot Bay mojito in the hopes that it will make me relaxed enough to drop off.
Hmm. While I'm here, I probably should see if I can increase that word count a little, especially since the Bodacious Brit suggested that we finish the master bath this weekend.