Glorble

[gridlore]

My eyes hurt. My head hurt. For some odd reason, my elbow hurts.

I'm surrounded by empty Coke cans, and I don't remember drinking them. I can't remember eating lunch. I feel like I ate a t-shirt.

I've been sitting here long enough that when I went to the restroom I twitched so hard that I punched a wall. I'll probably bruise.

I smell bad.

But I don't care. Know why?

Because the book is finished! 91,460 words!

I still need to go through with the proverbial fine-toothed comb, but I can at least stretch a little.

Thanks to all who sent vibes.

Comments

[lysana.livejournal.com]

Yee-hah! You rock! Go rest.