Aw, crap.

I've only gotten about a thousand words written today and haven't finished any more chapters.

Somebody give me a verbal shoulder massage? I need the football coach from a feel-good sports comeback movie to come to my apartment and give me an inspiring speech.

(Have I said writing is hard lately? Because oh, man, this is SO HARD. I only have, like, 45k words to go but it feels like it's so far, and it's NOT, I could get it done by the end of the month EASY, and there are at least three chapters that are more than half finished that I mostly just have to get off my ass and FINISH, except I'm distracted by shiny objects, and did I mention that I had a bad dream the other night that I got laid off and couldn't get a new job and was trying to sell my books and it wasn't working and ... okay, after that it got really hazy, it may have segued into some weird Depression-era thing where I punch Russell Crowe and shovel out the Dust Bowl, hell if I know. But it was very sad and a lot like that time Blair Waldorf dreamed she was Eliza Doolittle and Serena was ... uh, well, also Eliza Doolittle. That was a pretty confusing dream, now that I think about -- OH MY GOD DO YOU SEE WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT? *sigh*

If I finish, can I take a puppy with me to the White House?)

100 Movie Spoilers In Five Minutes

Spoilers for, well, everything. Heh.

( Spoilers! )

"Wait, are we in the outtakes? Can I do something funny?"

I love blooper reels. Boy, Penn Badgley f***s up a LOT. Hee. :)

Also, I just heard Ed's real accent. HA. Hahaha. Um ... excusemillbeinmybunk.

"The Grand Prize Winner"

Word count:

54,168 / 100,000 (54.2%)

Oh, yeah, this four days off is really productive. *groans*

Why am I not surprised ...

... that that's why I've been a bitch for the past couple of days? OW. Ow, ow, ow. *wince* Oh, my poor tummy.

I'm supposed to go pick up the kitten from the vet later today. He's getting neutered. Aw, poor baby.

Oh, oh! Also, I found a pair of $10 Ugg boots at DG. I mean, they're ten bucks -- I doubt they're going to hold up for long, and I'm not wearing these to work like I did with the last ones, but a pair to clomp around in on the weekends will do just fine.

I also ordered Jess a necklace for Christmas last night. I still had enough in my Paypal to cover it and it was only eight bucks anyway, but it's really pretty and very pink, which is her favorite color, so I think she'll like it. I'm pretty much done with my Christmas shopping in general. I just need the stuff I ordered to show up, then I need my brother to give me the money he owes me, then I need to give him fifty bucks as part of his Christmas present, and THEN I'm hoping he turns around and just hands me cash for this year and last, since he didn't get me anything last year and he knows how broke I am.

As for my writing, I really have to get at least one chapter done today, if only so I don't feel like a stupid failure. Urgh.

Here's your sign.

My mom took Wilson to the vet this morning, and she put the carrier on the counter at the vet's while she filled out paperwork. Well, it must have been sticking out over the edge of the counter because the cat moved to the back of the carrier and the damn thing fell over onto the floor.

The woman behind the counter promptly blurted out, "Oh, my God, is your cat in there?!"

My mother said she was sorely tempted to say, "No, thankfully I brought him in my coat pocket today."

La, la, la ...

The Grand Prize Winner:

55,277 / 100,000 (55.3%)

The good news (at least if we're walking about beefing up word counts) is that I realized I was missing a page that I hadn't retyped from before the laptop went kerflooey. So I added that and then went ahead and finished all the dialogue for it and now I just have to finish filling in the action later.

But right now I'm all achy and sore and my tummy hurts, so I'm going to go take a nap before I have to run to the vet.