...Thankfully, only half of that is a reflection of the real me.
...Yes, it's the shiny stuff, shut up.
My amazing co-worker has been sick for a very, very long time--cold morphed into sinus infection morphed into Godzilla--and today, she felt especially sick. Almost immediately after she left, I started feel sick. It's almost all in my head--sore throat, congestion, aching head, exhausted--except for my muscles, which feel just the tiniest bit more sore than normal.
I'm going to bed very soon, then spending tomorrow (day off!) drinking lots of juice, taking lots of vitamins, moving very little, and writing up a storm.
Speaking of which! Last night, after posting to this blog, I managed to get my word count up past 26K. The current number is 27,482. :D
At the first (and, sadly, only) write-in I've been to for the area WriMos, a fellow writer mentioned that every November, she buys herself a little something--a book she'd been wanting, a new journal, a new blouse--something small and non-essential and distinctively trinket-like. She then wraps it up in pretty paper, attaches a Congratulations card, and puts it where she can see it from her desk every day. She can't open it until she hits 50,000 words.
I liked this idea the moment I heard it. I wasn't sure what to get at first, although I had more or less settled on something from Vera Bradley (purse CRACK).
Then...then I found this:
.Bought and paid for. When it arrives, I'll get to see it (or maybe even pet it) just once, and then Ryan is hiding it away until I hit the magic number.
...squee!
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