Thanksgivinging.

Was good. Had very good food in quantity and ate it massively slowly. Spent time in good company. Had my back rubbed a lot. Not coherent or having much to say.

Favorite line of the evening, from when various people were observing a game of Twister in which teinedreugan was involved, asked of me: "May I grope him?"

Horrible headache much of the day, treated with booze for a while until I got home at which point I cured it with caffeine. Love them physical addictions.

Previous total for November: 16,860 words.
Today's total: 619.
Total total: 17,479.

Had a bit of the scene I wrote today stuck in my head all day and was away from the computer for most of it. Got it all written down, though. Actually, I think I'll copy over the bit that was driving me bug, so the people I was bunnypuppying at about it might understand why I was being so whiney. The images! Strong! In my head! All the dialogue!

( Fragment of the WIP. )

Don't know if that makes sense outside the context of the whole story. Oh well. I'm pleased with the melodrama. I think between this and their first encounter (as opposed to the time they were in the same place after Mikel had been stabbed in the back), Tiev is terrified of the fellow. Poor guy.

Huh. Song's oddly appropriate to Mikel's state of mind.

Hah!

Sounds like the confirms from dubious sources are being confirmed by genuine sources.

Sox got Schilling.

Here's hoping that settles the rotation down a bit.

It's too much to hope for that this'll stop the stupid political flamewars on asbb-r, though. Hot stove season is murder on usenet.

It probably says something about me that I think that pitchers and catchers reporting is a significantly more important aspect of February than my birthday.

(84 days and counting . . .)