Is it the weekend yet?

I'm dying to write and apparently I need to work up to the point where I have the mental energy to wake up and head directly over to the computer to write. Right now, I wake up at eight in the morning and am more like, "Baaaaaaaawwwwwww, I'd rather lie here and play Pool Master Pro on my phone for two hours."

I'm hopeful for the weekend, though. The free editing websites that folks linked me to last night -- and thanks for that! *glomps* -- should come in handy in working on The Monsters of Moosic, and I'm hoping to be a little rearranging on This Way To The Egress and work it into a respectable start for a story I can actually finish. The weather's supposed to be halfway decent this weekend, so I may try to pack up my stuff and head to my parents' house or school where I can sit outside and be all writerly and whatnot in relative peace.

Also, I really need to answer emails and messages and whatnot, but ... um, I'm lazy? *wince* Well, not really. More like completely and totally lacking in energy. I'm working on it. I probably should stop eating the same three things every day (Pepsi, Frosted Flakes without milk, and pumpkin seeds).