Still sick. 960 words. Will fall into bed now with lovely, lovely aspirin.
1350 words written, typed on a ten-year-old laptop on my bedside.
I paid for that all-nighter by immediately catching the bug that my boyfriend came down with recently. I had a fever and a killer sore throat; we’ll see if I’m fit to teach tomorrow. I’m not sure. We’ll move my supposed percentage count up a bit more and see.
There’s nothing like feeling as if you want to curl up and die because the pain killers aren’t working to take one’s mind off of writing and craft. Don’t worry– it’s not a serious bug, just a miserable one. Bleh.
I’ll be on hiatus for a few more days.