Also my neck hurts. Really hurts. I managed to schedule a short massage for tonight as an emergency measure ("I have to catch a 6:45 ferry but I can give you 20 minutes...") and don't know how I'm going to wait until then.
I am grumpy.
Dear Guy Sitting Across from Me: You do realize that clipping your nails at your desk is really tacky, right? Why don't you just whip your penis out and piss into your trashcan, too?
I don't care if people groom themselves near me, as long as I don't have to watch and it's not AUDIBLE.
In other news, I chopped the tail off my story document last night--always an important step in the writing process. I removed twelve pages of notes (dear god), leaving a 48-page story. It's one of my longest in a long time, and it's still not done. Removing the story notes is like clearing away the shrubbery so that I have a better view of my end point. I think I have four or five more scenes. I wish I could say that this equaled to four or five more *days*, but that's so not the case.
I wonder if I sound like my old self yet. I still don't feel comfortable in fandom the way I used to. I guess I'm pretending otherwise.