apocalypsos | I do not even get it. Seriously.

I had a dream last night which I remember nothing about except that I was doing an excessive amount of clothes shopping and at the end of it I made out with Biddell from Project Runway Canada. I know I made out with somebody else and I can't for the life of me remember who, but ... Biddell? Seriously? I haven't even watched PRC in a couple of months now. I suppose this is my subconscious asking me to indulge in some reruns? Or something? Hell if I know.

Then again, the other night I had a dream that I got knocked up as a teenager, so I gave that baby up for adoption. Then I got knocked up again and kept that one and the guy ran off. Then I got knocked up AGAIN and kept it and the guy ran off AGAIN. Yes, subconscious, it's very nice you apparently want me to get laid. I need a partner to do that, you know. *headdesk*

So, yeah. Unless I have some sort of complete mental breakdown today I'm going to get another chapter of my novel done today. So, you know, YAY. I want to get 20k done before I go to work today but I may just settle for just getting that one chapter done and out of the way. I'm mostly done with it anyway, so it'll be easy enough to get done by tomorrow night, so if I'm really lucky I'll be able to squeeze out that other chapter too and get three done by tomorrow night to make up for the fact that I only finished one last week. (Dude, I whipped out the index cards to plot out the rest of the book yesterday. I haven't had reason to take them out in AGES. I think I squealed at one point, I was so happy about that.)

I think the convergence of New Novel Flourishing + Spring! = Depression Going Away At Light Speeds. I feel sooooo much better than I did a couple of months ago, honestly. Now if only it could warm up out there ...