ugh so obnoxious

I am in a frantic drive right now to finish the novel. I know I can, before Z comes home. After he comes home I'll be busy. But I need to do laundry and dishes and all the cleaning I wanted to do before he came back. But I don't have time.
I set an alarm this morning, the first time I've set an alarm in some time. I wasn't able to wake up before 7 anyway, but I've been up since then. I went out and watered more garden (it is so unfair that it has been so dry while my mother can't do any gardening at all because it has not stopped raining there-- can't they mail us some rain or something? I water every day.) and was on the Internet for less than 10 minutes catching up (last night's "just before bed" internet check backfired massively because on elmwoodstrip an e:peep's gramma had just randomly died with no warning, and then a livejournal friend just randomly lost a dog who suddenly was ill and died, and I was up an extra hour crying over these people's misfortunes... why is the world terrible?)...
And then I sat down with a cup of cold tea and a banana, had a sip of the tea, a bite of the banana, wrote three paragraphs, and...

Am suddenly so nauseated that I keep having to go sit in the bathroom and spit into the toilet. Out of nowhere. I haven't thrown up, but I keep having the mouth-fills-with-water, whole-body-in-cold-chills thing, which I haven't had in months (years?). FOR NO REASON. Unless bananas are suddenly evil? I didn't even eat the whole thing!! I had a bite!! And the tea? A whole pot of lapsang suochong I brewed just last night, drank some of hot, and let cool overnight on the counter. It's lapsang suochong! It's evil stinky strong black tea! What is going to grow in there overnight? It was a clean teapot filled with boiling water! What the hell?

I'm stumped, and also not particularly productive. IT IS NOT FAIR. I've taken the precaution of removing both offending items of nutrition from the room, and am sitting with a basin next to me on the bed. I AM GOING TO FINISH THIS NOVEL.

Also I don't dare call in sick to work. But I may show up and throw up there. I don't care, really. I just don't want to call in yet again. I just did last week! And it's going to be a gorgeous day today and they'll never believe I was really sick... unless I hurl on somebody, which is the tentative plan. Of course, then they'll just think I was drinking, but whatever. I wasn't. I haven't actually had any alcohol since the beer I had with dinner with Z on Wednesday night. Drinking alone seems sort of pointless.

Urk. Back to work, since I've managed to sit still this long.

I DID IT

The first complete draft of the Barbarians Novel is FINISHED.

it needs a lot of work. but the whole story is there. compared to actually writing it, the work still needed is very minor.

HA HA HA HA.

Now I have to put clothes on and go get Z from the airport. He is supposed to be arriving at gate 11 at 11:50, which means I ought to leave here at 11:20, which means I should not be as semi-nude as I am at the moment. But I have to revel, for just a moment, in the fact that I just wrote a line and said, "Hey! The loose ends are all tied up and that's a good stopping spot!"
It's a good line, too. But I suppose writing it here would be a spoiler.

HA HA HA HA HA!!!


I don't know that anyone cares, but I'm pleased with myself nonetheless.

Don't ask about the wordcount-- I'm rather embarrassed by it. We'll work on that in a bit.