Torture

I am procrastinating. I am 190 pages into 240. I am trying to put more comparisons in here and there to ‘add to the mystique’ or whatever on my manuscript. (Don’t even think of reminding me that I have three more manuscripts that will need the Lukeman Overhaul once I’m done with this one. Oh god, I think I’m going to throw myself off the roof of my house. Maybe while I’m up there I can replace the shingles that blew off in the night before last’s windstorm. (What the hell is with these shingles anyway? These aren’t the first to blow off.) I think I am starting to feel a little burned out about the comparison thing. Plus, I am starting to hate the book. I want to slice everything. Maybe it is the constant headache from this sinus infection that just won’t die!

So, do I go make myself a mocha? Move on to the style exercises in Lukeman’s book? (I get to do dialogue after that! YAY! That will be fun, I think.) Keep plugging at freaking comparisons? Maybe I should go take a Tylenol and go have a nap. I only have about another hour’s peace before the whirlwind wakes up from her nap, then all bets are off on doing any of the above.

Damn, I wish this cat would get off my arm. He’s just so cute though. Except for the poop problem.

This is just too disgusting to not tell…especially since I am procrastinating. So anyway, this morning I was on the phone and I saw what I thought was a dried leaf from a nearby plant on the floor. Bent over and picked it up before realizing that dead leaves do NOT squish! Ew, ew, ew.

If you are asking: yes, yes it was.

Instead of doing all of the above, I am going to go bleach my fingers–again.