Again.
Oh well, it doesn't especially matter - next week is the last week of school before a two-week holiday. Regardless, it's beginning to annoy me: it's difficult to write something when all your energy reserves go to trying to keep your mind wrapped around things and your brain thinking straight. Does anyone know how it feels when supposedly your brain is replaced with an inflated balloon? Well, that's what it feels like. And then the fact that I can't breathe properly, since my nose feels like I don't really need oxygen to survive...
Why, it seems that all I do nowadays is complain! Regardless of my physically somewhat ill state, I'm actually feeling happier now than for some time. It might be because I'm still in quite a horizontal position in my bed. Work in four hours (and the new kids did come in at some point - however, it wasn't quite as amusing as I thought it would be, damn it)! Mother expressed her concern about my state of dress, but I'm going to be here for at least another hour before I get up. Meh!
I did eventually get to continue my NaNo plot outline, which was amazing. It's up to 23,000 words right now, and I'm quite happy with it - regardless of the fact that I'm still stuck in the same damn meeting, and that I'm not quite sure how I'll continue from this point on. Well, I know the basics of what I'm going to do, but I'll have to make much of it up as I go - and that always carries the hazard of me abandoning what I'm currently writing.
I have chronic give-up-in-the-middle-of-the-story -disease. I wish they'd find an appropriate vaccination.
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