You would think...
That spraining/fracturing my ankle and having all the time off work in the world would be helping my nanowrimoing. This is a lie. Half the time I'm too stoned on bloody codeine to be able to think. I keep on having to take days off and make up the difference another day. That being said, I'm still on track. I have 37,293 words of UTTER NONSENSE and damnit if I'm not proud ^_^
Also jesus christ, I recommend never fracturing or spraining (or fracturing *and* spraining) anything. Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow and ow.
Also jesus christ, I recommend never fracturing or spraining (or fracturing *and* spraining) anything. Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow and ow.