Wordcount and typically weird conversation

[kiya]

Section 111: 856 words. 1630 total. Done. I am no longer quite so pathetic.
Section 112: 48 so far. Still going.

Whitney writes a first sentence. The page is no logner blank.
I say "48 words, that sentence."
Edison (humanx) dances and throws pretty confetti.
Edison says "Now, find the elephant."
I say "I've been staring at this blank page for at least three hours. You have no idea. --It was under the front seat of the car. I gave it to my father."
I say "And the reason I could come up with that response so quickly is that it's the complete truth."
Edison says "Oh, I figured it was something like that. My celebration was entirely non-sarcastic. I did forty years of hard time once for murdering a blank page with the power of my hate rays."
I say "I gather your forehead did not bleed obligingly."
Edison says "It turns out it's my eyes that want to do that."
I say "Hrm. I wonder if that's good enough."
I say "Is the gut doing any better?"
Edison pats it gently. "Most systems are back in the green, though demanding food one of these days."
I say "Is its attempted mutiny explained?"
I say "Were you sick? Did you consume insurgent tuna fish?"
Edison says "No idea. I'm thinking probably cancer, or maybe leprosy."
I say "Well, get plenty of fluids."

Also, got a huge number of MP3s teinedreugan's ripped off our CD collection transferred over to my machine. Like, over a gig. Including what I'm listening to now, which I don't think I've heard for years.

Had that moment of freak-out crisis realisation that my flight to Cali's in about twenty-four hours and I have no clues. I at least have a little clean underwear due to laundry today. Must check for sufficiency, pack, stop going "Agh!"