It's after midnight on the East Coast.

Cigarettes And Shambles:

0 / 50000 (0.00%)

For the record and all that. :)

I am staying up for a little bit to write, though. I'm not going to bed until I get something down, anyway, even if what I end up writing turns out to be a festering pile of elephant afterbirth.

"Do you realize that if we played by the rules right now, we'd be in gym?"

Cigarettes And Shambles:

764 / 50000 (1.53%)

I got most of that done last night before bed, and this morning has been a round of bill-paying and hair-styling and generally savoring the fact that I normally would be at work right now, and very possibly would be on the phones talking to angry and/or confused elderly people at this very moment.

Instead I am at my computer desk with my story open in one window and a QI episode open in another, huddled under my electric blanket, eating Cheetos and Pepsi and trying to up my word count before I have to go into work at Wegmans tonight. Why I can't do this every day is a goddamn crime.

*happy sigh*

(I'm also still trying to decide if I want to leave a little early for work and go get my hair cut super-short. On the one hand, I like my hair long and it took a long time to get it this long. On the other hand, between overtime, two jobs, school and trying to write it's a bitch to get my hair under control for a half-hour every day, and I think it's making my skin break out, and i also like it super-short. Urgh.)