It ain't me...

[soulswallo]

I feel craptastic at the moment. In fact, I fear that this blinding headache that has me in its clutches has killed off a large-ish portion of my brain cells. Fortunately for you all, they're the cells that handle the day to day werewolf thoughts. Which means that my epic werewolf masterpiece #1 will forever languish only half edited. I'm just kidding about that. I'm totally going to finish editing that one day. Totally.

Is it too early to start thinking about what I want to write about for NaNoWriMo? Little bit? Okay, I'll hold off.

Head still hurting.

I had an actual topic I was planning on babbling about today. It involves me, an author and coffee. But now it seems like too much work to sort through my thoughts. Plus, half the thoughts were eaten in the Great Headache of 2011. Fuck you, pain. I hate you. You ruined today's journal entry.

I don't even have any bookish things to report on. Because of my head.

I'd go to bed but it's only 8:30 and there's that whole fireworks thing going on later. Then again, sleep sounds so deliciously decadent at the moment.

I should have taken a longer nap earlier. I knew it. I knew I woke up too early. *pouts in a most unbecoming manner*

I'm going away now.
Later.