It's 9:38 (when I start this) and I have 386 words written and I highly doubt anymore are coming. Why you ask? Well, multiple reasons. The little boy I work with has possible pneumonia and so I was with him all afternoon and he was miserable and hot and slept a lot and broke my heart. I want kids, actually more now than ever but sick kids break my heart in a way I don't think can be repaired. Poor little Huck.
Also, I'm at that point where I don't even like writing it right now. I mean, I like the story and everything I just... ugh. Isn't there a machine that can take what is already in my head and put it into words? Really? It's 2010, you'd think people would get on that. Geez.
Also, I'm mega tired.
But I have a
openice! And tomorrow I'm going on a group date with
kishi, Mrs. Kishi,
reevolutions,
openice and Mr. Openice. It's going to be kick butt! I'm excited.