give 'em the axe

Today was relatively hermity, and as I've been typing for hours, I believe I shall keep this brief. I dragged myself out of bed around 9:15 so that I could make it over to the gym for a 10am training session with Alyssa, where I promptly felt guilty for not going to the gym yesterday or Thursday (the best of intentions, etc.), and then slowly felt less guilty as she made me do exercises involving resistance bands that I'm pretty sure make me look at least half retarded. Not that that is hard, when it comes to me and physical activity, since I suspect that all the synapses that went into giving me strength in both writing and maths were stolen from the areas of the brain that would have enabled me to walk without tripping over my own feet.

After the gym (which ended with her 'massaging' my calf muscles with a length of PVC pipe), I went to Mike's Cafe, primarily because I knew that my apartment would be back down to sixty degrees, I have no food in the house because I intended to leave for LA tomorrow (I'm now leaving Monday or Tuesday instead), and so I wanted both warm food and a warm place to sit. I worked on the synopsis for sequence six for about an hour, while warming up with my usual breakfast casserole and coffee. Then, I came home, huddled up on my couch with my spare down comforter (which is where I've been for the past eleven hours), and watched Big Game. It was a pleasure to watch a complete drubbing of Cal (sssssss), even if perhaps I should have been writing instead.

I then spent several hours procrastinating, which was a mistake; I should not procrastinate on my laptop, because that means that I spent like ten hours on my laptop today, even though I only worked for five, and so I have a smashing headache and am probably going to make myself blind (from eyestrain, not from internet porn, you sicko). But, I did eventually settle into the writing groove, and I wrote 4517 words -- about eighteen pages, for those of you keeping score at home. I need to repeat that feat for the next few days, and if I do that, I should have a draft done in time to do some final editing/polishing of the first fifty pages for my Golden Heart entry in a week and a half.

Now, though, I really must stop looking at this screen for at least nine hours -- goodnight!