Working, working, working ...

I've been working on Heroine Addiction tonight, because I can edit and watch TV all at the same time. :D

Anyway, my current draft of HA is 412 pages, double-spaced in 12-pt print. My goal is to get as many pages as possible done by the weekend, since I'm going to spend the entire weekend working on my apocalyptothon assignment and Big Bang. So, yes.

Heroine Addiction:

21 / 412

Hopefully I can finish page 22 before work in a few short hours, since that'll get me to chapter two and I'll be even.

*snickers*

She's got a point. I mean, she can't even tell when they're on her cheerleading squad. ;D

At random ...

-- So I'm watching Human Target, and the only two things I'm getting out of this is that Peter Wingfield has aged quite nicely and Mark Valley and Chi McBride are not doing a good job of convincing me I shouldn't slash their characters. Well, if this episode was doing anything to sell me on the show itself, which ... nope, still not interested.

-- I may end up getting a 4x10 shift at work. It probably won't result in three-day weekends -- Mondays aren't up for taking off, and I doubt Fridays will be either -- but it would be nice to have an extra day a week to focus on writing.

-- I've figured out why Sandra Bullock's husband cheating on her isn't interesting me yet. It's because I've seen this movie already and until Harry Connick Jr. shows up, I'd rather just go watch Center Stage instead.

-- VoteForTheWorst is voting for Tim Urban. Ugh.

-- Speaking of AI, I'm watching the opening number and I'm pretty sure Crystal wants to hang herself. I'm not even singing and *I* want to hang myself. I'm sorry, but only two people should be allowed to perform "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go" -- George Michael, and my brother when he's being a goofball.