Last night Birdie talked me into taking a Flexoril before bed (half of one, actually), and I was CONKED, so much so that when I got up I spent another hour sleeping on the couch rather than watching Atlantis commentary. I'm not going to get my Netflix money's worth in May. Oh well. I've got a game tonight at 9:30. Bleh. Tomorrow I will be the walking dead.
Speaking of walking dead, I came near to finishing the first draft of the chapter in the scuba store. Yucky stuff. *grin* But I put down a couple of hundred words, so that's pretty good.
Vacation next week. We're so psyched!
The whiny story of slogging through writing my first novel.
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