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I fucking HATE today. I'm tired. I'm stuck in the fucking office and I'm tired. I hate everything today, and I need to write. Need it.

Where to begin about the last few days. Thursday a late game, which we won (WE BEAT ALLENS!!) then up early for work. Friday at work was BORING, then a six o'clock game so the evening was long and hot and drunken, starting with wine after the game, moving to BW3, then off to Es until after 11:30. The best thing was writing back and forth with Kate, who sent me her chapter two and said more good things about my chapter three. Saturday we both felt awful, and aren't sure if it was the wine or the wings, but we stayed home. Then she fell through the deck while I was asleep. Lucky she wasn't hurt badly. Sunday down to the house, worked until I got heat exhaustion, but the gutters are in better shape and the deck is stained. I can't believe I was the one doing the high work - I even went up on the roof. Not that I did anything up there. I actually GOT OFF THE LADDER, but then because motionless with fear, despite my determination to get past that and clean the gutters anyway. The only thing that got me moving was my butt literally burning on the hot roof. Then we went to the casino and didn't leave till 10:30 so I didn't get to bed til after 12:30. I feel HORRIBLE today.

Friday I was SO excited about writing, then I went home and spent Saturday defragging my computer - still missing keys, so no writing at home. Damn.

I'm finally off the Parker in the garbage truck episode, and he and Kelsey are about to meet. I told Anna that I was writing a zombie novel and her eyes widened and said, "Zombies are so HOT right now." Yeah, I thought, that's why I'm doing it.