It's all I wanted ...

Well, my damn awesome plan to do nothing but write today has fallen by the wayside. I mean, crap! When it get to be nighttime? I find this strange and confusing and probably all part of an alien plot to destroy my sense of space and time and take over the world. Because I am OBVIOUSLY the linchpin that holds the motherfucking world together and keeps it from drifting endlessly through the cosmos.

However, seeing as it's only 9-ish, I technically have 5 or 6 hours of awake time before tiredness hits me and I'm forced to go to bed. I could write my planned quota for the day. I could. I might even still have some coffee stashed away downstairs. That could give me another hour or two on top of that. Dudes! Why sleep at all? I could just stay up until tomorrow morning and then go to bed. Cole can totally fend for himself. I mean, I'm fairly certain that he can. You know, in a "he probably won't burn the house down while trying to make himself breakfast" sort of way. Pretty sure. Maybe this isn't the best plan.

Anyway. I have 2 more reviews to write and then I'm caught up to my current books I'm reading. Unless I count the short stories I've been sinking my teeth into recently. Uggh. Too much. Brain going into terminal overload. Maybe I'll skip those short stories. Maybe.

( Books #157-158 )

Writing now? Okay.
Later.