I was at work when NaNo started last night, and I actually didn't realize it had begun until I got a text from Fidget saying, "happy nanowimo!" (Misspelling and all.) After work, I got a chili dog and a cup of coffee at the truckstop before driving home. By the time I went to bed, the coffee hadn't worn off, so Fidg and I stayed up talking for a few minutes.
Today was the day from hell, schedulewise. At 10am, I had to teach Spanish class with Julian, the French exchange student, because my teacher is lazy and makes the students do all the work. At 12:15, I grabbed lunch from the Hoot so I could be in the tutoring office by 12:30. During that time, I managed to get started on my NaNovel, though it was only for about fifteen minutes. At 1:30, I had study away orientation, which ran until past 5pm. I convinced my mom to buy me a quick dinner at The Works before she went home, and then I raced off to Sadistics - er, Statistics - at 6pm. I got out of stats and tried to write for a few minutes, but I was so wound up by that time that I hardly got anything done. At 8pm, I headed off to dance rehearsal with Shawn.
The dancing was definitely the most fun part of my day, and I'm now a little more relaxed than I was. In a few minutes, Fidget's going to go out and buy us mudslides to help the relaxation. (It's so nice having a roommate who's 21.) Keep in mind that I did this whole day with a bad head cold. I've had this beast since Saturday, and since yesterday I've been losing my voice. By the time I got to rehearsal tonight, I could barely talk; I greeted Shawn with more of a squawk than with actual words.
On the bright side, though, it's 9:35pm and I have no classes tomorrow. I've got the rest of the night to unwind and write, and I've already put down over 700 words. I suppose things could be worse. I'm trying to decide whether to go to work tomorrow or call in sick; I guess I'll see how I feel in the morning.
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