Day 5 - Craptasticness

Today I voluntarily got a shot in my arm that has lovely flu-like side effects, even though it's supposed to prevent me from getting the flu. Um...yeah. Why can't they come up with a flu shot that won't make you feel like you have the flu shortly after you get the shot?

Although you can't see me right now to verify this, I am most definitely pouting. It's rather pathetic. And now, on top of the pouting, I'm whining about it via the written word. Awesome.

Now for an update on my book's (I use that term very loosely) nanowrimo word count: As of last night, I have 6,585 crap-tastic words.

That means I'm 83 words behind schedule. I'll try to catch up with what I write tonight, but, instead, I'll probably just end up pouting some more. And then I'll start feeling sorry for myself, which inevitably leads into a spell of writerly angst that continues indefinitely and delays all productiveness until I realize how dumb it is and start laughing at myself.

Good times.

Maybe I can just skip ahead to the part where I laugh at myself...