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. . . No. No, body, waking up with a cold is not on. I know I had a stressful night last night, what with the kids and the insane and the "Director's sick, you get to take over, have fun!"

Not ooooon.

*sigh* A lot of this journal, over the last week, has been bitch bitch whine moan. Sorry, f-list. It's been that kind of week.

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40,100 / 50,000 (80.2%)

It would be more, but first I had to write a paper for Gov't that's
due in *checks time* about ten minutes.

Ten thousand words in thirty six hours? Easy, right? Hah. Haha.

We'll see. I have an extension if I need it.

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( Fionavar spoilers, or, in which Adiva eyes this book with trepidation )

Back to work on the NaNovel.

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41,141 / 50,000 (82.3%)

Nngh. My nose is all stuffy and my eyes are all watery and I'm feeling pretty punk, so. Bedtime.

Only 9000 words to write tomorrow. *headdesk* That's, what, about 18 pages?

Maybe I'll take the parentals up on that offer of staying home from school. On the condition that I get out of the house to write, though.