It just rained really hard for about thirty seconds and stopped.

I think I need to make a deal with my brother. He doesn't mention anymore how a few years ago we had a heavy snowstorm on his birthday -- in the middle of April -- and I won't smack him upside the head.

Getting my mom to stop giving him death-glares when he says that? Yeah, he's going to have to deal with that his own damn self.

(I would really like to send any snow we might get for the rest of the season to Australia, since I imagine they need the cooling-off and precipitation more than we do.)

In other news, I have to call work later and double-check we're closed today. It's Jess and I believe her, but there's a perpetually paranoid part of my brain that's just not having it unless my boss tells me so.

Huh.

Current word count for GPW:

103,281 / 100,000 (103.3%)

Chapters written:



So ... that happened, I guess.

You know what I think my problem is? I think it's because I'm just trying to get done with the first draft, and I started writing this stupid thing a year ago and it bothers me that I haven't gotten it done yet, but at the same time ALL I can see is the revisions I'm going to have to make. There will definitely be revisions. I already can see the problems. I know where I'm going to be slashing things and adding things and cutting things and my brain is like, "Why are you trying to write stuff you know you're going to have to trash it later?" without taking into consideration that there is tons of stuff in the book that'll get altered all to hell that I adore and is vital and I'm at that point where I love it but I don't even like it anymore and LOOK I'M JUST A BIG STRESS BALL, OKAY?!

*headdesk*

Also, I hate that I'm beginning to suspect that the only reason I got anything written today is because I've been listening to opera for four straight hours. On the plus side, if I played by the rules right now I'd be in gym at work. So there's that.

Fuck it. I'm going to go play Faux!Wii tennis for a while.