Why do I feel the sudden overwhelming urge to write tonight?

Because I signed up for overtime tonight and tomorrow night.

*sigh*

And to make things worse, I'm so desperate for cash I signed up to work overtime in an entirely different section of the factory than I usually work. I actually like working overtime in my own section -- the job's not so bad and the people are okay -- but the only available overtime for this week was in the packing section where the parolees, drug addicts, and non-English-speaking workers are employed. I can't even walk through that section anymore without being creeped out, so spending twenty-four of the next forty-eight hours there? ARGH. (The only problem with the non-English-speaking employees is that it's no fun working twelve hours with people you can't talk to, whereas most of the people who do speak English in that section, you wouldn't want speaking to you at all. EVER.)

So of course my brain would start throwing plotbunnies at me and wanting me to work on the NaNo plotting right now. DUH.

Urgh. I have to go return a crapload of library books now.