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Sniff. I so totally have a cold. Which sucks. Except that it's just my nose and sinuses and they're not actually being horrible, just a bit runny. So I can endure that. Here's hoping it doesn't worsen. I hate it when there's chest bullshit going on with a cold. I am taking vitamins and drinking fluids, I just keep forgetting to, well, sleep.

My NaNo novel is pretty awful. The characters just talk. This morning I finally got to a sex scene and then just didn't have the focus to write it. So forget that. Skipped it, and am thinking in general that I should skip ahead to some action scenes because otherwise these guys'll just talk for 50k words. Not like 50k is much, in the scheme of the awful sprawl that is this novel. So far I'm just trying to get the new versions of the characters down. And they're not actually being very good.

I will not fuss. I am writing, which is more than I was doing before. Incidentally my iMac is misbehaving, so I am exceedingly glad of the laptop. I am also sorely tempted to bring the laptop to work and write on my break. And whenever it's not busy where I am. But that's a bad idea for many reasons, so I'm not entertaining the thought any further.

It approaches one year since I started this job and what have I done with my life in that year? I can't believe that much time has passed, but it's just been like that-- every time a landmark day passes, I'm all "I can't believe it's ___ already", so it's hardly a surprise.

I did some cooking yesterday, so there's food for a couple more days. I needed to clean, and didn't; I needed to do some weatherproofing, and didn't. i was terrible and did nothing but write. In my case, it's just like an addiction, and about as productive in the grand scheme of things. I'm low on sleep and while I'm feeling cheerful enough I'm not feeling substantive, which is a problem. I am also far behind on correspondence, and indeed I had a whole set of tabs in Safari with an assortment of things I had to respond to, and then of course lost it when I had to force-restart the iMac because it's behaving badly. i just force-shut-down it last night and left it, so all that business is unfinished.

Muh. Time to go to work. I need to put in for a personal leave day on the 26th of Dec so I can go home on the 27th and 28th and at least see my family a little bit. But I have to think that over. It's November already and I am already no longer inspired for holiday shopping. This is pointless and I am weary.

Also it bugs me that when it's 57 outside the heat has to come on like four times in an hour to keep the house at 60. I've just been turning the heat down because it seems so pointless to expend all that energy for just a couple degrees' difference. Last night I slept in two pairs of pants, a t-shirt, long-sleeved shirt, and a sweater, and two pairs of socks, and I woke supremely rested and comfortable. Z hasn't been complaining either, which is amazing. But we'll see what happens once it gets below freezing out there. Not really looking forward to it.

Shamika: You got the wrong number.

Not the ass-dragging sort of cold, but a cold nonetheless, and that shit is annoying.

Z had a rough day at work today, with much of the Boss Freaking Out And Wasting His Time. Z's doing the job of approximately 3 people, and when Boss has to waste two hours telling him about how he's going to make money off the Inter Nets or something along those lines (there's always something) it makes Z extremely cranky. So he came into my room and Gave Up On Life, and now he's listening to my iPod and lying in my bed while I actually attempt to write some more. I'm up to 13,000, which is better than I thought I'd be doing, but nothing has happened yet, and I realize I'm just basically writesturbating. I'm playing with my dolls, only on paper, only it's not really paper. But it feels kinda good, and I suppose that's nice and all. I'm also unnervingly obsessed and addicted, but that's just a personality feature, not a bug. Right? Urgh.

So today I got a really weird voicemail. It was from someone named Shamika. I didn't catch the name she addressed my voicemail to, but the content of the voicemail (and now I really wish I had saved it) was that we could finish our visit this evening in the parking lot at McDonald's. I told Z about it and he said, "You just got booty-called!" I really am not sure, but I wish I'd kept it. It was a 716 area code. I suppose I still have it in my missed-call log. I should call her back, except I really don't actually want to know.

But Shamika, if you're reading this, I don't think your message got to the right person. There probably won't be anyone waiting for you in the McDonald's parking lot. I'm sorry. I just don't know which McDonald's. And also I'm afraid of you because I don't understand what the Hell you're talking about.
It makes me wonder what my voicemail greeting sounds like. I really have no idea. I don't remember. It might just be some weird computery voice.

Oh! Last night Z and I went to see the Wallace & Gromit movie. I am a W&G fangirl. In 1997 I bought a massive Econo Pak of Ty-Phoo tea because it had a salt shaker free with it that looked like the penguin ("Feathers McGraw") from The Wrong Trousers. I don't know where the salt shaker went. This makes me very sad. (I did manage to drink all the tea before I left. Except some, I think I gave away.)
I also have little plastic figurines of Gromit and Sean (the sheep from A Close Shave; his name's not actually Shorn, is it? that's just Wallace's accent, isn't it?) in my bathroom. I don't know where I got them. Anyway, we went to the movie and I actually danced to the theme song, and I don't think I stopped laughing in delight the entire time. It's not quite as wacky-magic as A Grand Day Out, but it's got hella better production values, and I had a blast anyhow. Lots of excellent in-jokes and the sort of minutely insane detailed sight gags you only get in stop-motion done by OCD people. Also a bit more with the subtle adult wordplay. ("May Contain Nuts." Tee hee! And whoa, nun wrestling!)