Is it tonight yet?

Cigarettes And Shambles:

9140 / 50000 (18.28%)

Ugh, I have something like 6,000 words to write to catch up, and I have to wait until tomorrow night before I have the extra bucks to sketch out my outline the way I want to. It's really depressing when you've worked two jobs including a bucketload of overtime over the past two weeks and you're desperately waiting for your paycheck because you currently don't even have a buck to buy a roll of scotch tape.

Can't I just fast-forward today past all of the answering-the-phones bullshit and get straight to the writing portion of the day?

In other news, I watched Polytechnique this morning, and now I sorta want a hug. Gorgeous movie, but understandably upsetting.

It's okay if it's an idle threat ... I think.

I told the guy who sits across the row from me at work that if I don't crack 13k by the time I have to go to work tomorrow, he can feel free to punch me in the face.

I only found out an hour later that he thought I said I was going to punch HIM in the face. Which is clearly a load of bollocks, as he's roughly the size of the Jolly Green Giant, and me attempting to punch him in the face would require me to get my hands on a low-flying airplane to actually reach his face.

In other news, I miss television, wish my face would stop breaking out, have Cheetos and Pepsi, and am starting to get the impression that the only way I'm ever going to publish the growing and festering pile of urban-fantasy snark that is my NaNo novel is just throwing my hands in the air and going straight-out ebook with this bastard.

Oh, and I bought tape. So now I can outline! You know, after I get around to that 13k. Now, if you'll all excuse me, I have to go write my grumpy cardigan-wearing unshaven chain-smoking archivist into some situations she is clearly not prepared for, like zombie-killing and bestowing polite compliments.